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Best of all possible worlds
Nel stared at the page in front of her. She had finally found an account by an adventurer who had been to the Wastelands and lived to tell the tale. But after pouring through it, sounding out the words twice, even asking the bewildered and sympathetic librarian for help to make sure she was reading the account correct, she wished she had never found it.
Buried in the account was a report of an attack on a village on the edge of the Wastelands by a group of zombie Ursans.
Her own people. Mindless undead killers. In perhaps thc worst place in the world.
How did this happen? To how many? Why?’
It was all she could do to not howl with grief and rage in the quiet library. She couldn’t stop picturing the faces of aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, empty, dead-eyed, and hungering.
She had thought—had hoped against hope—that the rest of her community had fared better than herself and her parents. But what if their deaths in the factory fire, her upbringing at the orphanage for children of political dissidents, what if it had been somehow merciful—the best of all possible worlds? Had the rest endured worse, been banished to the Wastelands?
Had she been happy and at relative peace in Novandria while they were suffering something worse than death?
She numbly checked out the book, then ran to the docks where the creaking of ships and the rush of the swift cold river could drown out the sound as she screamed in horror.
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Spark
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Broken
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Moving Day
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Safe
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Candlelight
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I am Overcome
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