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Dawned, Prologue

I didn’t used to go to bed hungry. Some nights I didn’t go to bed at all. Sleep was only for the poor people who needed strength for the coming day in a factory. I needed no such strength. The most I had to do on a given day was come up with creative ways to avoid my mother.

But sleep had become important. If I didn’t sleep, I was slow and unobservant. And if I was slow and unobservant, people died.

The worst part was the hunger, though. I used to tell Ethan that I could feel my stomach consuming itself in its empty agony, but I stopped once I saw the look in his eyes. He’d grown up hungry.

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