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... e feeling of it against my skin but the taste, fine wasteland dust settling into every breath I was not controlling, coating the back of my throat with the flavor of the ground of the wasteland. It was not a pleasant flavor.
I could not move my head. I could not tell my body to do anything. I was aware, and the awareness was useless. Like owning a map while buried alive.
The second piece was a thought.
Damian had been giving me insane assignments since the day I returned ...
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