Chapter 5
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Abby
Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains, USA
Distance From the Isle of the Blessed: Unknown
September 15, 2353
Tonight is calm and quiet, with the only audible noise coming from the party in the mansion beyond. I can see lights squeezing out from the window panes into the night beyond: lighting up small portions of the inky forest. All around me, pine trees sway and creak in the wind. My position is perfect: hidden within branches and crickets. Silent and still aside from my occasional shifting.
The quiet of the night might work against me when I’m trying to get out later, but for now I just enjoy the breeze and pull the black cloth up over my nose. The group I work for favors black: they call people like me ‘Shadows’ because that’s where we hide, and wait. We wait for o
