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As I stand in front of my parents graves, I realize something is off. This isn’t the same dream I’ve had over the last six years where I’m standing in the cold pouring down rain, guilt stricken that I couldn’t save them from their bloody end. There’s no rain. In fact, there are no other headstones within the Watcher Headquarters cemetery. There should be hundreds of graves here from the fallen…but it’s just me, my parents, and this eerie thick fog surrounding us.
Frowning, I glance down at the headstone. Even now, I can feel the guilt welling inside me, threatening to spill out of my eyes in the form of hot unshed tears. I should have saved you…
“You never would have saved them!” A familiar laugh came from behind me. “All that confidence the Watchers Council instills in their p
