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It doesn't have the solidness of a memory, this dream, but it still feels sickeningly real. I'm in a room, bare and unnaturally square. There's no door or window or chink in the smooth white walls. It seems similar to the place with white walls in my memories, but too fake.
I shiver, but not because of the strange setting. Chuck is in front of me, locked in a cage so small his body is twisted to fit. His eyes are set on mine, unwavering.
"Ash, please," he whimpers. "Let me out. They said it's your job to let me out."
I look down at my hands as they suddenly grow heavier. In one hand, I'm holding a key. In the other, a gun.
"Please, Ash," Chuck says. "Hurry. I don't like it in here."
I'm being controlled.
I'm being manipulated.
They want me to save him.
That's what they expect.
It's a test.
I lift the gun, my fingers flicking the safety off with a surprising ease. Chuck stares at me openmouthed as I line up the sights, aiming directly at him.
I fire.
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