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Blood, INK

“You girl” The voice of the Eldest Scribe echoes through the hollow halls.
I begin to run only to find the path I take blocked by two more scribes. This is it, I came looking for answers, for a meaning and found nothing but death. Breaking into the library is punishable by execution.
“You can’t do this, hide our lives like this. Who gave you that right?” anger seeps from every pore in my body.
“No one gave us the right Ellie-” I interupt him.
“How do you know my name?” I feel chills run through to my core.
“We make sure we know everything about everyone who lives here? But looks like you have found the same problem we found, your book is blank.”
The anger explodes, every feeling in by body turns bitter and I lunge at the Elder. I land a good blow but I’m dragged away before I can deal the damage I want to.
“YOU READ OUR BOOKS.” I roar, teeth gritted.
“Yes girl we do,” he wipes blood from his mouth “but you won’t be able to tell anyone that.”
This is it a life full of nothing will end in nothing.

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