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An elderly woman reached for the cellar handle. She bent, gripping the dusty, rusty metal bar with two seemingly frail hands and pulled. For an 80-year-old grandmother, she was stronger than one would have guessed. The heavy wooden door flipped open, unleashing a spray of dust. “Follow me.” She waved for the young woman standing…
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Like the pop of a newly opened champagne bottle, the words built up in the back of Marina’s throat released. “What does being a God even mean? What can I do? Why are there rules? Why me?” “You may do whatever you wish so long as you follow the rules. There is no longer anything…
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With one last gulp of the drink she had in her hand, Marina began to speak for the first time since she had arrived in this strange place. But only silence filled the air when she moved her lips. She clasped at her throat, feeling the words, the confusion, the bewilderment caught in her throat…
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There was a single chair at the head of the table. Its crystalline structure twinkled with the chandelier lights and its ruby velvet cushions invited her to take a seat. Marina lowered herself, pausing momentarily before sitting herself down. The feast before her could feed her and three armies. Before she knew it, her hands…
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The doors silently crept open. The metal of the doors remained dull despite reflecting against the light of day. They glided smoothly away from each other to reveal something quite grand and magnificent. Why, the Tower had already looked large and domineering from the outside, but one could hardly imagine it would have been able…
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