Again Savanna’s Point of ViewDust motes drifted in the faint glow filtering through the high, narrow windows of the library.Usually, the scent of old parchment brought a sense of calm, a familiarity. Today, it smelled like a still, silent, burial site, with the secrets the world was desperate to keep buried.I moved with a precision born of pure adrenaline, knowing exactly where the rot was hidden.Behind a false backing on the lowest shelf of the archives, my fingers finally brushed against the rough texture of what I had been seeking. I pulled an unmarked folder free from the furthest corner, and a wave unease crashed over me.This wasn’t just paper and ink, I could feel the malice vibrating in my nerves. It was a record of lives stolen, futures erased. Grainy and stark photographs showed small, cold forms wrapped in lace, newborn pups whose eyes would never see daylight again. Beside them, names, dates, clinical notes, all of it a catalog of cruelty.‘Subject 402: Discarded. Esse
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