The cold autumn sun seemed far too bright for me as I stepped out onto the dusty patch of earth. For the first time in many years, orange had turned to blue and white, a number replaced by a faded logo of some long-forgotten band. Behind me, the steel gate slid shut, locking me out of the only place I had ever really called home for more than six months at a time. "Must feel good to be free," called the guard. But I didn't feel lucky. Just lost.
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