The Haunted Divide

The Haunted Divide

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My name is Calypso Rider, but all of my friends call me either Snow or Rider. Since I can remember, my life has always been "haunted". Some people, maybe even you may think I'm crazy. But I know I'm not. I can see things. Not just anything either. I can see EVERYTHING. The undead haunt my life as strange apparitions, their rotting skin hanging on by thin strips. Fairies glittering in their narcissistic beauty. Trolls strolling in the forest with transgression. And me...I barely get any sleep. When I do, I can see what is to come. Seeing these creatures not only when I'm awake...but in my dreams too.
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