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"Am I real am I not am I real am I not?"

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Adam finally lifted his head, doubt glimmering in his eyes already. "Even if we could get out of here, where would we go?"

"Anywhere," I whispered. "Anywhere far from this place."

"We don't have a single dollar in our pockets, we don't even have shoes on our feet--"

"I don't care." I shook my head, clenching my hands to stop them from trembling. "I'd rather die in the damn forest than spend my years locked up here 'till I'm grey and old."


They'd worried about escaping, not realising it'd be the least of their problems.


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Possession by somewhattyy

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Amissis Imperium by Phantasmal-wanderer

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Starlight by a_readsss

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