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ALPHA OMEGA By Mark Zeidan Prologue – Memories Tempest continued to walk through the field, barefoot the icy cold snow beneath his paws seemed to be of no consequence to him, nor for that matter the wind and its icy chill that continued to blow through his fur chilling the bare skin below... The darkness of night surrounded him, save for the light of the moon which made the falling snow sparkle a little. He felt numb, both physically and mentally now as he looked up above at the snow falling gently down all around him, gazing at if transfixed by each speck of snow, noting the detail and intricacy of each one. The memories he had of