Day 1
The ash swirled around me as I trudged blindly up the hill in front of me.
My heart beat a chaotic rhythm in my chest, and I wondered for the millionth time what had possessed me to come out here at all.
Curiosity was one word for it, but foolishness could be another. The further I stepped a new possibility entered my mind—compulsion.
I was drawn here—I needed to know what was out here.
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