SHADOWS OF THE OAT
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cles are tight, and there's a sharp, burning pain in my side. I t
blood is thic
Broken glass covers the floor, catching the flickering neon ligh
y han
covered
s me. What
gainst my temple, trying to remember. But there's not
with dried blood. Someone-me?-stitched a wound just above my hip. I
no idea how
the dresser. The reflection staring back at me looks nothing like the man I
No time to panic
shaking hands and turn it on. The screen flashes with
my lungs in a
ping the dresser. No
figure steps out of a burning building, smoke billowin
turns slightly t
omach
my
hat's not
it
ps talking, but I c
white. This has to be a setup.
't I rememb
door makes my
ree
ock, loude
rofessional. They kn
st. Window-too sma
urns into a
me to
wer. Inside-cold metal. A gun.
rknob r
click-the sound of're
to get
ll window. Tight
r cover. Gunfire erupts. Bullets rip t
ks in. I don't
squeeze through, glass cutting into
feet hit the
rough my body,
ehind me. Foot
d hard, roll, and keep moving. My body kn
shadows, one though
rv
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lot. Rusted shipping containers tower around me. I
le
I've lo
s against my temp
are gone. My face is all over t
rst of
w if I actu
ne is dead. But then my fi
piece o
re at the messy h
uns down
t, a set
dina
the fear. Whoever I was before
ve to fo
on't figure ou
e else
I won't like their
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