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... s into my wrists and ankles as I’m dragged like cattle to slaughter through the pristine hallways of New Boston’s Department of Fertility. The fucking muzzle they’ve strapped across my face digs into my cheeks, the hard plastic edge rubbing my skin raw with each step. Barbaric doesn’t begin to cover it.
The council chambers loom ahead, all polished white marble and imposing columns, a temple to their self-righteous authority. My two guards, both women with faces carved from stone, yank m ...
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