I was on the other end of the country when the world ended, but I still felt it. It cut through my dreams, letting me know what was to come. A monster, a DEMON… and he was hunting for me. The world was crumbling and still, all I could think about was him. The news said it was an accident, that no one ever meant for such a thing to happen. But there was no way to undo what had been done. The … done. The fabric between realities was tearing open, pulling people in. Flickers, they called them—ever expanding…
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