Carved in Stone
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Still a work in progress, but Carved in Stone is about a girl cursed with the ability to see future deaths, set in a post-apocalyptic future, when everything is in ruins and humanity is forced to live mostly without modern technology or electricity. The story follows Sage and her dark feelings towards the uncontrollable visions she experiences, and her long, terrible journey figuring out how to deal with them.
Warning: This story is very dark at times and contains a lot of disturbing stuff, like death, self harm, panic attacks, suicide, etc.
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