Fear takes our breath. Not
the normal fear, but the fear
of an early grave, that haunts
our hearts. How did we get
involved in such a deadly game?
History come back to haunt
us. A past we thought was
gone, now killing our closest
friends.
How do we stop what we set
into motion? There is only one
answer, fear is not it. We
must stand up against that
which we fear the most.
In the end succeeding. Yet
always wondering, fearing
for our lives. And those of our
loved ones.
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