Hollowness
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Last published Tue, Sep 8, 2020
Ancient debris decorated the sparsely populated islands, only inhabited by stragglers who had survived the first wave. Pain, misery, horror - bloomed and flourished in the long, hopeless drawn out nights of sadness that seemed to last so long. Upon the dusty steps of a grey temple, a hollow suit of armour took its first steps.
The second wave begins.
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