PROLOGUE

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SHE

An emptiness.

A scorching , wounding, inescapable emptiness.

It grows, stronger, and stuffier ,and scarier, every minute.

And then you came along.

A twinkle in my darkness.

HE

I was lost.

Lost in a cold, nightmarish, inescapable reality.

The harder I tried, the distant I was from salvation.

And then you found me.

And I found myself. 

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