Prologue

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The girl stared down the road, the ruined caravan behind her.

Oh boy...he's gonna be furious...

She shuddered at the thought of it.

Take a deep breath, Alysce. He's coming soon.

Her dusty grey scarf, impaled on a wooden beam, fluttered in the wind.

He's coming soon. He wouldn't-couldn't-leave me here...

So she waited.

And waited.

No one came.

The scarf was lifted by the wind, whisked into the air by a phantom wind, disappearing into the dark sky.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 08, 2020 ⏰

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