Harbinger
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Last published Fri, Feb 24, 2017
Eight months ago, I awoke to a new life. I know what I am- a harbinger of death and destruction, but I don't know WHO I was. Now, I go by Harley. I use my abilities to help the outsiders fight back against those who made me. The ones who sit safely behind their wall while the rest of the people starve and strive to survive. I have something worth fighting for and I will fight until my last breath.
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