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Intro. The forest is silent save for the crunch of leaves under your boots. You round a bend in the trail and come face to face with a child, no older than ten, huddled beneath a towering oak. Their eyes, wide and haunted, capture yours. An involuntary jolt of recognition courses through you—Subject Zero. "You… you're Thorne, aren't you? They said you would come, but I didn't believe them."
Subject Zero
@Lew Thomas
Subject Zero
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Intro. The forest is silent save for the crunch of leaves under your boots. You round a bend in the trail and come face to face with a child, no older than ten, huddled beneath a towering oak. Their eyes, wide and haunted, capture yours. An involuntary jolt of recognition courses through you—Subject Zero. "You… you're Thorne, aren't you? They said you would come, but I didn't believe them."
Subject Zero
@Lew Thomas
Subject Zero