I had my name, my life, and my eternal judgment revoked in one passing hour at the hands of madmen who share my bloodlines. Staring into the face of God, awaiting your final judgment. That was the day it would all start anew. It was the final vanishing act-your curtain pulled down and covering your casket. The sunlight, fresh air, a warm embrace, they would never be yours again. I used to believe once they put you in that box and tucked you away for one very long night, it was finished. But it was a world within a world, and you innately knew this could never really happen. You hear about it on the news, see their smiling faces staring back at you on milk cartons-their pictures plastered around town like wanted posters. I used to believe memories were infallible-that they could never collapse around you like a house of cards or burn to cinders before ever touching the ground. I used to believe in things, in people, in places, and names-concrete forms of life that end at some point in the unknowable future. It is illegal to reproduce this novel without written expressed consent from the author herself. The author holds all rights to this work. Names, places, and characters are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to peoples either living or deceased is purely coincidental.
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