The System's Cruelest Game
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didn't want to say anything, but I saw Ethan earlier today. Near tha
iated. Target: Subject: Ethan's credibility.
at me, horror dawn
on choked out. "You were t
has all the records. D
ospital, the doctor, they were j
Harrison whispered, clutching
's rage was
itful boy! After everyth
reathing
ury. "A final test, Ethan. Your very last
y Subject Harrison. Objective: Imposition of imp
he word. "You earn it. Two thousand dollars. One
ering a path to redemption. The promp
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left, Mrs. Harrison le
he silence of my
knot in my stomach,
to d
ing, looking for extra shifts at the
I owned. A worn guitar, some old textbooks, a
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