PREFACE

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I told them I didn't do anything but they only look at me through their hooded eyes—calculating, almost a mocking game.


Like I was at my dead end and it was terrifying.


Like a thread, I can feel my body undergoing a natural filament of sewing, limb by limb, like something was being attached from my being. It was the most excruciating interlacing of unknown.


Walang multo, walang maligno...but something is going on inside of me.


I am suddenly thirsty.


And nothing could quench the thirst that I am feeling. 

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