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Everybody knew about the Refuge.
Everybody knew that you didn't want to get caught, because then you'd have to go to the Refuge.
But not everybody knew what happened in there. Or why. Or even where the real Refuge was.
Sure they all knew about the Refuge in Manhattan. But not many knew that, that Refuge was simply a "holding tank" for kids. They didn't know what happened to kids when they went in. Or what happened to them when they left that Refuge - and were sent to the Island.
The Island was the real Refuge; the one that the State was so proud of. And it was even more like a jail than the one in Manhattan.
It was on Randall's Island - a place where nobody wanted to visit, even on a good day. It's where New York threw everything - and everybody - they didn't want to deal with.
. . .
And me? What do I have to offer to this tale?
Well, I was there when it happened.
I was there when some of the kids from Long Island City started looking for answers.
And when you search for answers, all you get are more questions.
Until they catch you.
And then you're done for.
