"Yes, I know the feeling. Oh yes, my name is Kalia, who are you?" she asked, thinking of why she'd left her home. She was an outcast, scorned because she was the only one in her small town that liked reading. Everyone else either played darts or fought. They'd steal her books and burn them, so she'd left, taking her only remaining books, the one she'd shown to Jecht, and one that her mother had given her before she'd died.
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
Who are you?
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