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I got out of the city. You know that bit. How I went down the tunnel and came out...somewhere else.

Now I'm on the run. Hunted. If I tell you by what, you won't believe me. 

I think about the past a lot; the things I've done. I know I'm not the person I was before. I can be sure of that.

Because when I woke up, in the glass city, parts of me were missing.