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This is not a normal prison. This is my prison. 

This is the prison I was born with. The prison that has trapped me all my life.

The prison that the Saviors have locked me in, with no hope of escape.

That prison is my mind.

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The town was a wasteland. A desolate, corrupted, empty wasteland. Nothing was spared. No one was spared.

I could taste the metallic whisper of the blood. The blood from a thousand corpses.

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