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Chapter 2: THE SYSTEM
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Faint light seeped through cracks in the old wooden shutters, dust swirling lazily in its path. On the cold stone floor, a boy stirred. His lashes trembled, and finally, pale-blue eyes blinked open.
...Where am I?
The thought hit like a jolt of lightning.
Michael Willson sat up slowly, pressing a hand to his temple. His body ached, and his breath fogged faintly in the chilled air. Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.
This wasn’t his apartment.
No ...
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