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My name is Soraya. Three years ago, my home was raided by the Rebels. Everyone was killed. My mother, my father, and my little sister. For some reason, the Rebels wanted everyone dead - but I got away. Since then I have lived on my own, providing for myself. For three years I have fought weather and hunger, hiding from everyone and everything, scared for my life. I don't know why the Rebels killed my family, but I do know that if they find out I escaped, they will hunt me down. Then, one day, something happens that threatens to destroy the very life that I have fought so hard to keep. SOMEONE FINDS ME... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I DO NOT TAKE OWNERSHIP FOR THE PICTURE USED IN THE COVER OF THIS BOOK. I SIMPLY FOUND THE PICTURE ONLINE AND EDITED IT.
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