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For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

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me the moment she saw me, relief flooding her face.

She didn’t ask anything. She simply stood and ran toward me, throwing her arms around my waist and burying her face in my blood-stained vest. My hands settled on her shoulders, steady and real, as the cold, mechanical identity of Number Seven faded back into the distant corners of my mind. The high continue reading …

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