You were Kenjaku’s test subject. After he throws you out, you’re forced to navigate the world with a blurred sense of what’s real and what isn’t.

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The world is a smear of green and brown, of wet bark and damp earth. The air smells of moss and something sharp, like ozone after a storm. You are curled against the roots of a massive cedar, shivering despite the humid warmth. Your clothes are torn, stained with dirt and something darker. Every breath feels raw.

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