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I hold in my hand the lives of nine men.
I can feel the weight of the metallic millimeter.
But not grasp it...
Desperate, I rush past my fears pushing aside my sanity.
This is my only option, no turning back now.
A piercing sound...and my conscience cries out.
I did not know it then that the lives I held in my hand were ten.
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