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One Hundred Words about The Outer Zone

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A lantern burned through the night, and cool air blew through the open window.

The feeling of warmth and wind against his skin was more precious than emeralds. In his nightmares, he was always alone and cold.

The Unnamed was supposed to have a plan for everyone, the scales tipped to justice in the end. He thought his fate was to uphold justice, and to be a good husband and father.

It didn’t turn out that way. Zero saw to that.

Groggy, he held the Princess a little closer. The cold was gone, but not the guilt.

Forgive me, Adora....