Asticus - The Beginning
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Where am I? "Lezlie wake up! Wake up!" Lezlie looks likes shes been beaten to the point of unconsciousness. I look around to find Octavia on my right i shake her with all the strength I have left. She looks at me with defeat in her eyes and whispers "bronze."
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