Prologue

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Running. My bare feet against the wet ground. My heart hammering in my chest. My stomach feels as if I have swallowed thousands of knives. I can't stop, I can't go back, I can't unsee what I have seen. In an instance the air escapes from my lungs as I hear shouts coming from behind. They're after me, they're going to find me, they're going to hurt me. I can't stop, not now I've come to far. I must run with all that I've got. I must stay strong. I must be brave. I must keep running.

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