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Best Rank #15 in Science Fiction Dust Thou Art And To Dust Thou Return'st Was Not Spoken Of THE SOUL Sarah brought her navy blue duffel coat closer to her body, it was colder today, more than it should have been. With the climate these days, this was not odd, but for some reason, it felt odd. She embarked upon her usual brisk walk and waited for the sounds to reach her, the sound of the surveillance drones, or the fellow walkers or the government farmers, working to fix the soil. She noticed the usual rusted old clunker that marked half point to her college, but no sound touched her ear. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even her own breath seemed to die as soon as it left her mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed her senses became heightened. She did what any sane person would do when they are afraid, she looked for a word to describe this. 'Waldeinsamkeit,' she thought, 'fits perfectly.... No... There has to be a better one' Lost in her thoughts, it was too late when she noticed a faceless man walk up to her, hand her a note, and walk away, too fast for her to comprehend. She stopped, looked back, there was a tall guy, too tall, like 8 feet, walking away from her. "There is a guardian angel taking care of you", her mothers' words echoed. She turned around, steeled herself and read the note, it said, "The End"
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