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If there is one truth that I hold to in my life, it is that when it rains, it pours.Perhaps that is why I built myself not for the everyday storms most experience.But for the hurricanes I have had to learn to withstand.I know what it is like to feel your heart crack in half like a tree that snaps under too much pressure.I know the bone-deep, all-consuming, numbness that sets in when the wind and the cold and the water become too much.I know the desperation that claws under the surface as you try to wait through the night, and hope that come the dawn, the storm has passed.But perhaps, most importantly, I know how to survive.Or really, I am too spiteful to die.Either way, my world is falling apart around me. Death and destruction are knocking on my door. And a storm is coming. One unlike anything we have ever encountered before.This time it is not Anastasia I will face on the battlefield, but the one who calls to me. The one I cannot face.This is one storm I don’t know if I will survive . . . or if the price of living is too high.
