This is the prelude to my story which I have not named yet.
I looked around. Blackness. Blackness everywhere I looked. How long had I been out? A couple of hours, days at the most I guessed, but that’s not what I was worrying about. I was worrying about how to get out of here. I couldn’t remember anything, then it all started coming back to me…






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