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Heist: The Cursed

Heist: The Cursed

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I have limitless power, it sounds good, doesn't it. It sounds like some kind of blessing. But it's a curse, not a blessing. What if I told you that this limitless power comes with unrelenting anger when it activates, that with this limitless power comes with being unable to stop yourself from killing the ones you love, that with this limitless power comes with enough pain to kill you but let's you live. Tell me, does it still sound like a blessing. I'm cursed. I should've died long ago, but it has no mercy, without it, many good people would still be alive, but it feeds off of it, because of it, I constantly fear for her, my love, for that she could lose her life from my own hand, and it will have influenced me to do so. It is no longer with me, but its curse will never leave me. It cursed me. Are you wondering what "it" is? "It"...is a blade. I am not blessed I am cursed. Let me tell you my story.
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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