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Prologue

Family...gone. Friends...none.

Cold and shivering, the little four-year-old wended her way through the rainy deserted streets. As the dawning sun gleamed pinkly through the steady downpour, the small waif collapsed in the doorway of an old, cruel, gray stone building.

She did not move again.