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Crumbling detritus littered the area around the slums. Decay and rust were the common flora and fauna; shades of brown and green decorated the landscape, as if painted by an artist that never knew the proper hues associated with life. Such was existence outside the dome. Steadying a shaking hand, Vincent Law clutched the document in his fist carefully. His clan was relying on him. There could be no true victory in avenging what Romdeau had perpetrated on them, but sometimes revenge was just as sweet. The pale vixen, prized daughter and symbol of depravity, would know the justice that was denied the people exiled from the dome. Vincent shive

The boy wandered alone in the darkness. He was bereft of friendship, of light, of family and of love. An empty vessel filled with an unfeeling nothingness, the boy trudged onward, knowing not where the path would take him, only that he must continue. He must, for he had forgotten all else save the reassuring movement of putting one foot in front of the other. Things have not always been like this. I had a family once; people who loved me... The boy shook his head in disorientation. Such thoughts were... confusing. It was as though his mind and memory were separated by a glass wall, foggy and imperceptible. Try as he might to run his f