The New Age

The New Age

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She began her new life lying down, enclosed by the wilderness. The sun hiding over the horizon, with an ombre of red and orange around it as light raindrops slowly slipped off of the leaves from above. Prickly stems delicately swept across her cheek as the wind blew. She was asleep, eyes closed, and lightly breathing. The atmosphere gave her a chilling feeling in her bones that was deep, and full of resonance. Riley Dalor has just woken up in an unfamiliar place. One to which she has never been, will never want to be, and could have never dreamed of being anywhere near. The reason why has not been given, she cannot remember the night before, and one very crucial detail has been taken from her memory. Strange developments are taking place, the pieces are slowly meshing together, and she is on the verge of remembrance.This is the beginning to the end... ❝Welcome to The New Age.❞ Copyright ©2013 All Rights Reserved.
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