It was my chance to prove I was worth noticing; that I could hold my own with my peers. For once in my life, I would be accepted, admired, revered.
How could I have been so blind? I am not a killer, a rapist, or a torturer. And yet, the flashes of memories wrecking havoc with my conscience beg to differ. I was never understood as a child, never
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