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... on of direction, of texture, not even of depth. The mildly bright white gave no indications of, well, anything really.
But it was not the apparent physical plane that caught my attention. A strange pull on my mind brought me, as a river might a boat, to my thoughts.
I remembered all those children and adults from the warehouse, the ones I had saved. But those I couldn’t save surfaced as well. Their faces, permanently etched into my memories, demanded retribution.
Unbidden ...
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