So my nightmare began like this.
I was standing on a deserted neighbourhood in some medieval town. It was the middle of the night. A massive storm was brewing somewhere in the distance. Wind ripped through the tiny little huts along the dusty road. About a block away, just past a line of annihilated veggie crops, a river churned.
This is where my boarding school is located, I thought. My boarding school a century ago. Though I wasn't sure how I knew that interesting bit of info. I’d never paid attention to my school’s history.

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