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THE PALMETTO STATE FOXES: NEIL ABRAM JOSTEN, #10.

Neil’s name was scrawled across the front in black marker. Neil thought about flipping the folder open, but what was the point? The man this coach had researched so carefully wasn’t real and wouldn’t exist much longer. In five weeks Neil would graduate and in six he’d be someone else somewhere very far away from here. It didn’t matter how much he liked being Neil Josten. He’d stayed here too long as it was. Neil should be used to this by now. He’d spent the last eight years on the run, spinning lie after lie to leave a twisted trail behind him. Twenty-two names stood between him and the truth, and he knew what would happen if anyone finally connected the dots. Signing with a college team meant more than standing still. It meant he’d be stepping into a spotlight. The math was simple, but that didn’t make this any easier. That contract was a one-way ticket to a future, something Neil could never have, and he wanted it so badly he ached.