The Search For A Future

The Search For A Future

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Her hair flew gently in the breeze as she sat on the abandoned roof of a rundown building, looking out at the people rushing around on the streets completely unaware of the trouble brewing around them. Last night was the start, the Fal-Cie had returned. It had been over a millennium since the ancient warriors had threatened the human race, or what was left of it. Even though their last attack was over a thousand years ago it still impacted the humans. They were unknowingly broken. When Grace heard sirens in the background she knew it was time to move, even with all the problems the Fal-Cie had started she was still a wanted woman, one that was desperately looking to be free.
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