"I write this chronicle as if I were a man standing graveside, reflecting on a life that expended a last fitful breath before growing still and silent. But the grave is that of a civilization that once spanned a planet and reached for the heavens. And there is no rest here, no peaceful silence. The grave by which I stand is empty, for the dead have climbed out of it and tread across a world that should tremble at their weight.
"My name is Jake, and here is where I leave my stories of the plague's early days, and the days that came after."
"I write this chronicle as if I were a man standing graveside, reflecting on a life that expended a last fitful breath before growing still and silent. But the grave is that of a civilization that once spanned a planet and reached for the heavens. And there is no rest here, no peaceful silence. The grave by which I stand is empty, for the dead have climbed out of it and tread across a world that should tremble at their weight.
"My name is Jake, and here is where I leave my stories of the plague's early days, and the days that came after."
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