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• According to the map, it should have been at the corner of 116th Avenue and Mercy Street. However, when I got there, the plot was occupied by a nondescript convenience store. Still, the map hadn’t been wrong so far.
• I raised my hand to the bark of the humbling oak tree and knocked. The sound resonated within the trunk, echoing with a metallic tenor. It was hollow. I knocked once. Twice. Three times. And then I heard the clatter of gears that had begun to turn inside.
• I stepped within the marked box on the floor and pressed my palm on the slim pedestal. A hush fell over the room. The pedestal flashed through the whole colored spectrum of light, blinding us with blues, oranges, and pinks. Finally, it settled on its shade: A bright, grassy green.
• Agnes knew she was going to be a blood nurse since she was five years old. That’s when it was decided for her.
• Legend has it that long before the city’s towers brushed the clouds and the sprawl of skyscrapers went on for hours, The Founder frequented the bend in the river at dawn.
• No one remembers exactly when the stars faded. We just remember looking up one night and noticing that all of the stars had disappeared from the sky.
• A tidal wave of eager crowd-mongers faced the stage, paying hungry attention to every word the speaker atop it spoke. I shifted uncomfortably, though no one seemed to notice my unease. Then, we were plunged into darkness.
• Mother always cried on the first day of the festival. It reminded her too much of Isaac. He was selected five years ago today.
• I could still hear her voice. Sometimes, it was as faint as breath and other times, it was as loud as a car wreck.
• I had always felt like a presence was lingering in the dark, watching me from the shadows. Now, I finally had proof.
• There were rumors that our house was cursed. As the former home of the infamous Allyn family, our neighbors always eyed our gate warily as they quickly strode by. I never believed in the curse. At least, not until I had to.
• The factory closed at an alarming speed. By the end of the day, its gates were shut permanently.
• Horror was not a strong enough word for the emotion I felt as I watched him walk across the room so casually. As if he deserved to still be standing after what he did. As if nothing had ever happened.