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Running away from it wasn’t easy...running away from them.
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As soon as I can catch my breath, a realization shoots through me; there are those who are returned.
Panic sets in. I didn’t think this far ahead. Why didn’t I think this far ahead? I thought that if I made it past the gate, I would be in the clear. I could start over.
But there are those who are found and brought back. We called them "the returned." To be melted down and reshaped. Like metal.
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"I’ll make sure...I promise. We won't be one of them."
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