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// Corruption 
// Story: Power of Discord 
// by Jesusophile 
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Wander couldn’t sleep again. It was dark and the ground seemed jagged. He was physically hurt and his mind was killing him. This pattern of thoughts never troubled him before. He didn’t know why this was happening. This voice inside his head was like a machine.


“I am the lie that you believe; I am the truth from which you run.”


Something inside him kept saying those words. This voice was haunting him. Wander tried to block it out but with no success. It was almost dawn now.