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WnW 6.7

Heeding Tom’s strange advice, I found an exit point, a window that faced the forest whose security shutter had been jammed open by a mop, and slipped outside. Making my way around the side of the university, I contemplated what the next step was. Pale blue and red flashed against the trees ahead. First responders

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WnW 6.5

“Dad.” Why did my voice sound strange? It quivered like a child’s does when introduced to one of their first fears. The light fell as a pale shroud, sterilizing everything of colour. Laboratory walls arranged themselves as harsh barriers beneath an artificial sun. There were pictures on the walls that moved when I did. This

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