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31 - Biased Histories
The room quieted as I walked in. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was because I was late or if anyone recognized me, but it was the d.esired effect. That was why I came late. If I only had a few moments, I needed as many eyes on me as I could. But would they recognize me? I changed in the past four years as any child would, from a young teen to a young adult, but everyone also thought I was d.ead. I wasn’t on anyone’s radar anymore. I didn’t look for them as I walked across the room, and I didn’t take in the surroundings either. I focused on slipping into that place I used to go when I trained, where the only thing that mattered was my next move, where nerves had no place. I picked a point to stare at on the wall across from me. A large window with the stars twinkling beyond despite the
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