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Eternal SilenceEverything humanity once knew had been shattered in the war. All but one continent was destroyed. That one-which is called Hawthorne Creek-then became home to the few who survived; the humans; and the inhumans-angels, demons, necromancers, werewolves, vampires, shape shifters, and other unknown creatures. Of course, they didn't live in peace, or harmony. Humans still felt hate toward anyone who was different. So, all inhumans took residence in Eternal City. Under the remnants of what once was a great palace, was the underground city. Hawthorne Creek was nearly always enveloped in shadowy clouds and fog.Eternal Silence
Elizabeth Marie sat
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Between Light and ShadowChapter 1: With Blind Eyes They SpeakBetween Light and Shadow
At the sound of footsteps coming up behind her, she glanced over her shoulder.The once barren street had a new visitor; a man, of about 5'11". Lila couldn't see his face because he had it hidden. But she knew he was looking straight at her. Apparently, walking the streets of Truro was dangerous. She turned onto another street and kept walking, trying not to draw attention to herself. Weaving through the crowd of people, she tried to get away from the man that was following her. Once on the other side, she quickly looked back. He was looking around; she was still unable to see his face.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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