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He nods heading back the way we came, I open the door and step towards her, tapping her shoulder and I release her from the silent prison inside her body, taking the pain and letting her breathe freely. She falls back with a gasp, her eyes red and her face streaked with tears “Ready to talk yet?” I ask her, and she glares at me, shaking her head, karma was watching her carefully as I step towards her and I grab her head. I push myself into her mind, it’s plain, white with a bookshelf in the corner, I start there looking for her past, lifting the first book I flip through it starting with her birth, she was born naturally in a woodland area, nothing seemed unique or out of place. I follow her as she grows and learns, ageing. Nothing unusual happened, she was a rogue, and she had lived
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