You wake up somewhere you don't recognize. The streets are empty, the sky is the wrong color, and every way you turn leads you back to the same place. You're lost. And something is watching you try to leave. The people you find won't answer your questions. The landmarks move when you look away. Doors unlock themselves for you, notes appear in handwriting that looks a lot like your own, and pieces of your past turn up where no one should be able to reach them. Someone knew you were coming. Someone wanted you here. Some of the people you meet want to help you. Some want to keep you exactly where you are. At least one is lying about something that could get you killed. And something else is out there, getting closer every time you lose your way. The way out has a price. Are you willing to pay it? Remember: being found and being kept are not the same thing.
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