The Vale

The Vale

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I opened my eyes to a world that is absolutely empty. All I see around me is empty space. The kind of emptiness that consumes you, and captures every last thought running through your mind. In my case, that was rather easy for this place to accomplish, considering I wasn't having many thoughts.. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know who I am. As I spin in place looking for some semblance of a presence in this place other than myself, I discover a small bump in my pocket. I reach into the pocket of my plain blue jeans and discover a small folded piece of paper. I carefully unfold it and am surprised that I understand what is written. It consists of seemingly simple words that leave me with more questions than I have answers. Evette Harlow Subject 7 The Vale A sudden ear piercing scream echoes through what I now know as the Vale. I clutch the small paper tighter in my hand and close my eyes tight trying to close out the sound surrounding me. The scream gets louder and louder to the point where I bow to my knees and lose my grip on consciousness. The last thing I remember is a small trail of blood dripping down my nose.
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