Prologue

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I heard could have sworn I heard footsteps following behind me. Someone was following me, I knew it. I quickened my pace, I couldn't think, my brain fogged over with fear. My vision was becoming blurry.

I felt someone grab my wrist. I couldn't see their face. It was much too dark.

"Well, fancy meeting you here." I knew that voice. Before I could do anything a rag that smelt strongly of chemicals was held over my mouth and nose. It was a lost fight. I collapsed into his arms.

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