A sudden flurry of rage against her parents sent The Conspiracist straight to a hospital full of other unwell girls a few months ago, and she's spent the time since festering unease and self-pity. It's not easy, though, knowing things that no one else does. It's not her fault for noticing that regular buildings don't change shape with every passing day, that regular food doesn't have the texture of rubber, that regular people have faces.

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