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prologue

 

My lids open slowly for the millionth time, and I am greeted with darkness. Discouraged, I close them again, trying to make this reality a dream, my dreams, a reality. But I know it’s useless, that when I open my eyes again it’ll be as if they’re closed—or broken. Ruined. Dysfunctional. Whatever I call it, whatever word I use to try to lessen the blow, it always comes down to the harshest term.

                Blind.

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