I really can't crop any new pictures on my computer. For some reason it decides to add it's own mark in the form of pink and green static.
then when I tell it I don't like that, it throws a fit and locks down...
So apologies for non cropped images!


Part I: The UndergroundPart 1: The Underground The streets were empty, as they usually were this time of day. The sun was beginning to set and the city's people rushed to their homes, anxious to be indoors before curfew. Patrols would not start for an hour; the streets were barren. Except for one young man. He was used to the way that the city seemed to shut down every afternoon; he had seen it all of his life. He often walked through the winding streets just before curfew. He loved the simplicity of the world; he loved the silence, the control. Control: it was all he, Christian, had ever known. He could not remember a time when his liPart I: The Underground
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