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Prologue

White.

Snow.

Marshmallows.

Clouds.

This white was bright. Almost blinding. As if someone was shining a flashlight directly at me.

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He unlocked the door of a decent sized, white house. It was small; one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, a living room and a very small back yard.

He had trouble unlocking the gate at the front so he wasn't surprised that it took him minutes to unlock the front door too.
He opened the slightly heavy door and shivered. There was a chilly atmosphere.

He didn't like it.

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