Counterfeit
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Last published Sun, Jun 11, 2017
She was supposed to be safe.
So why, Pip wondered, did the arrival of a distant, impassive guard make her feel threatened? Make all of the promises that had been made to her, become doubted?
And why, of all things, did that guard ask her to break the most sacred command? The one that would take away her life if it were broken?
She knew the rule: no human contact, ever. In order to live, this was what she had to follow.
So why did she break it?
And more importantly... How did she survive
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