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Desuetude

Desuetude

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Three years ago, the world ended. It happened too fast for anyone to do anything other than stare in horror as everything around them died. Every single thing anyone knew was suddenly gone. Then the Square formed, a new society of people determined to begin to repair their lives and restore their world. We were picked up by the Square and, as per usual with them, incorporated right into their system. I was fourteen when my world ended. I watched, painful, slowly, as it fragmented and shattered and the pieces left knifed at anything and everything it could. I was the only thing left. I'm still all that's left of my world. My broken, shattered world.
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