The Weight of Our World
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  • Reads 488
  • Votes 109
  • Parts 44
  • Time 9h 41m
Ongoing, First published May 16, 2018
"The world ended. 
Well it was bound to wasn't it? 

At the time, it was not the fact that it was destroyed that came as a shock, it is was how we survived that caused the most disruption.

Little more than five hundred human beings survived and every last one of them is somebody that I know."

The end of the world was only the beginning of the downward spiral that became socially anxious Laura MacPhaid's existence as humanity fights to find their place in the galaxy. 

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