You don’t know where you are, where you came from, who you are, or who you were. All you know is you’ve got a Roman numeral branded on your cheek, and there’s a hunting horn crying in the distance. You don’t know who you can trust, if you can trust anyone, something tells you you better start running…

Fresh From the Hedge

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