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The dark wind blows, quietly at night to avoid being heard, to avoid being seen. It wavers over it prey, bringing trauma along with it, causing a wave of destruction to the lives it touches. The dark wind blows, quietly at night carefully picking out his victims, the weak minded, the broken, the fragile, the innocent, the traumatized, the ones stripped naked by the world and left in disgrace. Once it's prey is chosen, they are consumed, forced to relive whatever pain they were running from, forced to accept what has happened to them, leaving room for only one more thing: to run. The preys run, hoping to escape the dark wind. Hoping it never seeks them for eternity. The dark wind washes over Cora Hardaway and Keon Pail the most. It's weakest victims, forced to submit to it. Hopefully, they find an escape road.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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