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December 9, 2015
Iesen took a deep breath. The air was cold and fresh, and it smelled of spring and freedom.
She couldn't even remember when was the last time she was allowed to walk around freely, talk freely, breath freely—it seemed to her that it was hundreds or thousands of years ago.
She shoved her hands into the pockets of the long, old, black coat and took a moment to enjoy the feeling of wind in her hair.
It took her days, months, even years to realize the one thing she did wrong all her life, but now, she didn't understand how she could've been so blind.
From the very first moment, from the very first day of the Revolution, from the first time she slipped on the electrified glove, it was always for someone else: for her parents, for her brother and sister nonbenders, for Amon.
She didn't stop walking down the empty, dark alley somewhere in the dirtiest and oldest part of the city. The first raindrops started to hit the concrete.
The world was lost, and she was lost, and Amon was the solution.
She guessed that she was back at the beginning now.
"But now," her lips formed a small, nearly invisible smile. "I am the solution."
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