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The alley was ominously silent. A miasma seemed to seep from behind the door, calling to every hidden fear carved into humanity’s very genetic code—it was the scent of decay, the corrupting of a fellow member of their species. I could not imagine the scene inside; I would not dare to look at her face. Ten years had passed, and whilst she had chosen to soar through the skies, I had been resigned to eke out a life in forgotten corners, but no one can escape fate forever. I wonder, if everything started over again, would she still choose to