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“Brainwashed . . . Brainwashed . . . You’re brainwashed . . .” The voice shouted in Gavin’s mind as he ran down the bright, sterile corridor, unsure where he was going, only knowing that he had to get away or the bad people would get him. “You’re brainwashed . . .” Up and down the branching hallways, the sharp smell of antiseptic clogging his nostrils, his heart ramming against his ribs. They were coming, they were almost here, he could feel it! “There you are!” The hands emerged from behind him, squeezing him around the torso to the point of pain and no matter how much he screamed and kicked, he couldn’t break himself free. They yanked him back, back, back . . . “You’re brainwashed . . .” Suddenly he was in a darkened room, the hands strapping him to a cold, hard table. “Don’t be afraid,” said a deep, hard, menacing voice. “It won’t hurt, and when it’s over, you’ll be happy.” A scream built up in Gavin’s throat, but his mouth couldn’t emit it. “You’ll be happy,” the