The Soul-Less People

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*Prologue*

As a child, I would listen to my grandmother tell stories of soul-less gray creatures. Watching her rock back and forth in the old creaky rocking chair. Watching her wrinkling face in awe as she told of the horrid creatures. Being just a child; I would be on the brink of wetting my pants as she described their colorless eyes and abnormal ablities. Of how they could shift shape into humans. Forced to wonder the earth until the endless times. I hoped to never encounter them, the thought of meeting them made me want to cry. But I was a child then. I am older now, things like that weren't suposed to be real. But I was wrong.

Very wrong.

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