In the Beginning

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Frank Diggory was a man out of place.

In many ways, he lived an idyllic life, untouched by the cares and worries that preoccupy the waking hours of most of the human race.

He would likely be the envy of many and the friend of few.

But when the sun fled for cover behind the fading horizon, the light retreated and darkness washed over like a merciless flood, that was when terror gripped him like a vice and allowed him no respite.

And envy disappeared like a forgotten dream.

He had everything and nothing in his hands, and clung on to both for dearest life.

Such was the heartless duality of his existence.

Of a man dislocated.

For now.

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