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you are the only person that questions the lies that you have been taught. Imagine that you are a citizen, a descendant of prisoners-of-war, in a desert city 1000 years in the future. A monolithic structure called the Panopticon punctuates your world and controls it. Your life, the lives of all you know, and the secret to your very existence lies within the Shadow of the Panopticon. |
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