Prologue

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"Chaos is rampant. It can't be easily controlled. And hence, chaos is what is. Chaos is what was. And chaos is what will be."

Malcolm looked at the little congregation of students gathered in front of him. His eyes, unblinking and as dead as stones, gave nothing away of the turmoil that was raging underneath his composed demeanor.

"Fortunately for us, we have a gift. And even more fortunate is the fact that we have, over time, albeit after as many sacrifices as you probably won't be able to count, learnt to manage and use that gift. And therefore, chaos stands controlled."

"For now."

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