Prologue

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They're whispering. No wind. Nothing. Not a single noise. Are they whispering? Or whimpering? It's neither. It's the sound of nothing.

The cackle of thunder, the flash of lightning, the blackness, then nothing. Everything's still. No noise. Just.....quiet. No. It's slightly real. Whispering.

CRASH!!!!!!!!!

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