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The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.

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Karen Chance
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Orlando
Florida
Silence
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