PROLOGUE
It was a January afternoon, and the sky
Strangely still that day, the clouds
an unusual colour. What made the world
react that way? A young girl, and wonderful
she was, though seemingly of no importance
to this place. Years quickly pass, and still
no answer to that question.








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