A sense of dread descended upon Charlie as the gate clanged shut.

Grey figures haunted the bleak yard beyond. Hair colour the only remaining vestige of individuality.

As a bell tolls, queues formed, disappeared into pebble-studded buildings. This would become Charlie’s fate.

One day, he too would go to school.


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