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The Corrupt

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"Ms. Fennbirn,  you may want to look away." The man who was taking my blood told me.  I looked the other way,  and saw the handsome boy who looked about my age. I felt a pinch in my neck,  and I winced, my eyes automatically  closed shut,  and I bit my lip to give myself a distraction pain.  

"Oh my, "He winced,  but he didn't have a large needle in his neck. " Arsenic,  come here. " He said,  the boy I was staring at walked toward the man who was taking my blood. Arsenic, it revolves around poison,  if I'm correct.  

"Sir,  she's corrupt. " A different voice whispered,  I matched it to Arsenic and his appearance.  And then reality seemed to have hit me,  "Corrupt?" I turned back to the man,  and whisper yelled.  They looked at each other,  and Arsenic looked back at me and then to Dr.  Fynn.

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Renesmae , a giftless who lives in a society,  where everyone has a gift of their own, finds out she's corrupt,  which is what the government calls a "disgrace that must be killed".  To her it always sounded like something impossible,  to have a gift, but maybe she could,  and maybe she is a dangerous disgrace.All Rights Reserved

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Blood Runs Thicker

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