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Desolation(on hold)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 11, 2015
Des·o·la·tion
ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/
noun

•a state of complete emptiness or destruction.

"The stony desolation of the desert"

synonyms: Bleakness, Starkness, Barrenness

•Anguished misery or loneliness.

"In choked desolation, she watched him leave"

synonyms: Misery, Sadness, Unhappiness, Despondency, Sorrow, Depression, Grief, Woe


Valentine was alone, broken, distance, afraid. When stuck in the middle of a apocalypse she loses everything. She puts up walls to defend herself but when she meets a group will she have break down the walls she's been building up or will they become 3x thicker?
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