Prologue

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Bare feet snack against cold pavement; and the sounds of strangled gasps are concealed by harsh winds. Rain attacks the bony, pale skin of the staggering body. The teenage girl uses the little weight that clings to her bones to fight against the monster weather. The wet clothes hang off like the limbs of a willow, but that does little to deteriorate the raw determination. The powerful thought that pushes her to no end. Even the bright flashes that rip apart the black sky no longer frighten her into hiding. This is her only escape. This is the desperate cover she so greatly needed. The one that may just save her.
   Bruised, weak legs lead her to a faded yellow house.

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