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Your fingers are torn apart from your loved ones'. Tears and blood alike splash into the dirt. Darkness takes over your sight as a piece of cloth is placed on your mouth and eyes. Gunshots. You are crammed into a small space with others, sweaty shoulders and tied arms rub together frantically as you all panic. A small sound is heard and you begin to go limp, your struggling coming to a sudden stop.
You awaken on a chill slate floor, you push yourself off the ground and wipe the dirt off of your ...more
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