Polarie
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Last published Thu, Apr 13, 2017
The time is seven o'clock in the morning. The sun is just barely peeking over the milky horizon of Nevada, a golden glow of light cascading over the urban scene and enveloping it in a soft glitter. Colorful birds are dancing in the sky, singing their songs and beckoning those who are sleeping to awaken. Cicada's whir to life, their rattling rhythms gathering to fever pitch for a symphony of sound. It was a gorgeous day. Not a cloud in the soft, blue sky. Death city is just waking up to a fresh new day of action. The bizarre staff of Guild Mark academy are already at the school, preparing for their first time of students after four months of Summer vacation. This is the first day of school for every adolescent in Nevada. It was also the first day for two little girls getting sent off to their new school. Almost like a lamb to the slaughter house, neither of them would get much sleep.
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