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My name… is Victoria Hunter.
My story begins in the distant past, long before I was born. Before antiquity, in a time when the sons of heaven, the Watchers, knew nothing of the coming of humanity or that its feminine form was to be elegant and beautiful.
My sons are missing, taken from me in darkness under circumstances I cannot understand. And my unanswered prayers for their safe return have left my faith shaken, my heart in anguish, and my mind discarding the rational, doubting the probable, and believing the incredible.
The battle lines are drawn. The fight for my children begins at a place of quiet reflection... the hallowed grotto on the campus of my beloved Alma Mater: The University of Notre Dame.
My name... is Victoria Hunter, and this is the account of my passage through The Dark Night of the Soul.
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