Chapter 1
Run.
I’ve got to run.
But where?
Where?
To the nonexistent light?
Am I going towards death?
Where am I?
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The tales of Rozsa Withers.
Run.
I’ve got to run.
But where?
Where?
To the nonexistent light?
Am I going towards death?
Where am I?