Reins of power and control

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Camino

In the weeks before calm, the streets of the cities and of the towns were flooded with waves of panic and chaos. Marital law was breaking down; quarantines were failing; barricades were cracking against the weight of mindless masses; rabid animals that crashed against them. Even those who were once in control, were succumbing to the plague they had made; no one was safe from the end, not even those who sat in their seats of power, those who continued holding on to a world they no longer owned. Their grip on life was slipping fast, and there was nothing they could do about it. The end was at hand.

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