Prologue

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         I am at the brink of death, the floor under me starts to crumble. I start kicking, screaming, and flashing my arms in every direction, I have no control over what I am doing. I start to feel then end of the world grasping at my feet. I fall. I see blackness with a shape of some sort of monster. I scream and kick. Then there is the soothing, familiar voice saying that it is alright.  Mom, I thought I lost you...

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