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  • Amara
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    My world has been twisted into a lurid reality. Death is on the cards, crawling closer. Howling winds whistle harshly. The sun has faded into a pale shade of grey, no longer the brilliant orb that should chase off obscurities. It has faded out, leaving me to rot amidst predators, human predators. It has left me to pe...