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Category: Fiction


In a dystopian world where inccocent people are plucked from their homes and moulded into mindless killers, one goes rouge…but someone else pays the price.


The One Who Follows

Have you ever had that feeling? The one where you think there’s someone watching you? It feels like something prickling your back, tickling it, but not pleasurably. Because I have. And it’s not fun.

I really shouldn’t be writing this. He might find out. Might come for me, like He has, the others. But I am. Because soon it won’t matter. But someone else should know the truth.

The secret.