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This World is Dead Chapter 1I awoke on old, cracked concrete. My abdomen ached, my head spinning. What on earth had happened? What could possibly have conspired to find myself bleeding on a partially charred sidewalk? Was there a fire, or something much more sinister?
I slowly raised myself into a sitting position, and analyzed my surroundings. A building sat, decrepit and crumbling, across the street from where I was. To either side of me were ruins of buildings, many charred and black. Something obviously caught fire, but what, just what, could cause so much damage, and so selectively?
I stood warily, trying not to topple from the intense floating feeling in my skull. I looked down at my shirt, finding it ripped and stained. My sleeves were missing entirely, along with shreds of the hem, showing the innumerable amounts of straight, clean scars on my pale skin. When did I get those? Why can't I remember anything?
I began walling down the abandoned street. I passed a few crushed cars and bikes, seeing no people,
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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