Broken Haven

Broken Haven

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Welcome! It seems as though you have stumbled upon this book. May you feel free to read on without fear of being physically attacked; however I cannot speak for emotional distress that rips into your brain and scar you with tragedy that you will never recover from... I'm not sure how you'd achieve such a state from just mere words though but hey; what would I know? You may be wondering what this book is all about; what is Broken Haven? Just read the book. What happens in this story? Just read the book. Is this story any good? Just read the book. You see where I'm going with this? Fantastic. I like to believe you're more intelligent than the average human; it makes me feel as though I'm not talking to a brick wall, even if at the end of the day I am. Actually let me rephrase that; I'm not talking to the brick wall, I'm scrawling words on it for someone to later find. I'm rambling. I do honestly apologise. This happens a lot; I go on trails and they just don't end unless I forcibly stop myself. The best I can give you is that it's set in the year twenty-twenty-nine. I will be your eyes on this spooky and haunting adventure into the mind of people. At this point I'd be waving my hands and wiggling my fingers but they seem to have mysteriously disappeared. Ah, I seem to have forgotten that they were never there. At least not in the traditional sense. Enough chit chat. Let's began; shall we? I ask that as though it's something you could reply to, however that will never be the case! Graffiti this book with all the writing you could imagine; go on, I dare you! What will change? Nothing. I promised myself I'd stop doing this but alas it is impossible. LET'S START.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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