Preface

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I stared, numbly, at the living room before me: torn furniture scattered across the room, burn marks on the walls and floors, and dust hovering in the air. Silence haunted the room.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stared at the spot where my loving parents stood only moments before.

I closed my eyes slowly. A quiet voice in the back of my head urged me to leave before others appeared, but I stood frozen in place, trying to process what I'd just seen.

One second, two seconds, three. I took a deep breath and, with a soft crack, the living room vanished.

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