Prologue

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Tears rolled down her face as she lay down on the warm sand. She heard the crush of the waves and the whistles of wind. Her heartbeat was slowing down and getting weaker. At last, her eyes closed as golden locks and teardrops covered her face.

“It is now written, Master.”

“Well done. Let it reach Fate Management.”

The angel flew down from the heavens and headed to earth. He saw torment, pain, disillusionment and hatred. On the top floor of Mansions Hotel awaited a young man in black suit and tie, wearing a black hat and carrying a black suitcase.

“Welcome. Terrible isn’t?”

“Yes but I do know that there is hope in this dark earth.. and for you earthlings.”

The young man smiled and took the white book from the angel.

“Well then, I’m on my way. Keep things going. Bye Gabriel.”

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