Prologue

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Darkness. It was the only thing she could see. She could not see the panther creeping up behind her, or the owl swooping above her head. She could only see darkness, and darkness alone.

She tried blinking repeatedly, but could still could not see the blood stained knife only inches away from her face, or the rusted pistol hovering near her heart.

And that momentary blindness was the difference between life and death.

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