Chapter Forty Nine: Finding Memories

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Shane's POV:

    Figures standing around me are all I can get through the haze. Something gritty splattered on my face is mixed with something warm and sticky. Blood and sand? Where am I? Where is- Wait- Who am I? 

    I fight to find a memory. Any memory. Even for consiousness.

    Wake up!

    Remember!

    They are the same now . . .

    I just want to understand. Understand something besides the pain.

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