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His nerves-itched- not like a feral rash but just as consuming.  His shoes had a distinct beat. The sound made his subordinates cringe like an injured squirrel caught between a wall and an angry dog. Those shoes, his feet were unmovable, powerful and precise. The shine and the untarnished surface were eyes into who and…

The office, this gray asylum Peace Caterin chose to be a part of, was an abomination. She watched and despised the normals who worked here day after day, year after year, never shooting for anything greater-accepting this hollow eyed world and rejecting those who didn’t. She’d been here three years and everyday was a fight…