Final Footsteps (Running Series Finale)
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We were all alive.
We were all together again.
Until...
A knock on the door.
"He's gone...He's really gone and I feel. I feel so cold, there's a piece of me missing and it hurts so much...I can't...I just..."
Is this the beginning of the end?
Or the start of a new beginning.
How many more steps are needed before they reach freedom?
Or have they gone one step too far?
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