Three Years LaterThe sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains, painting the sky in brilliant strokes of gold and violet.I stood on the glass-enclosed observation deck of our subterranean estate, holding a warm cup of coffee. Beyond the heavy, triple-paned reinforced glass, the mountain peak was quiet, untamed, and breathtakingly beautiful. Nature was slowly reclaiming the earth, weaving thick green vines over the rusting ruins of a fallen world.Down in the courtyard, eight-year-old Lily was laughing, her high, bright voice echoing through the morning air as she ran through the indoor greenhouse, chasing our rescue golden retriever, Amber. Her cheeks were flush with pink health, her hair shiny, her laughter completely unburdened by the scars of the past.She remembered nothing of the cold gates. She remembered nothing of the terrifying dark or the sounds of the dead. In her mind, life had always been this—warm rooms, fresh strawberries grown in the hydro-farms, bedtime stories, an
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