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c5d194 My hands slap backwards onto the wall. Instantaneously, I jolt back to reality. Almost as if I am suddenly anchored, my arms soothe and my chest hangs loose. The rough wall has texture, unlike the endless, cold floor. Delicious, comforting texture. Change, not mundane nothingness. My chains rattle against its crevices, clicking as I glide my palm across its surface. It calms my aches. I can feel my stiff neck again, it is no longer drowning in the rush of horrid pain. I put both my hands upon the wall and feel its story etch into my palms. I can feel my heart's drumming return back to normal.
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c5d194 I sit hunched, rasping. Anything but this, oh Lord please. My head is spinning. I stumble on my knees. I cannot tell which way is up, what is in front of me. My hands flail outwards as I teeter. I slam to the stone floor. Pain shoots throughout my body and I gasp. Is this where I cease? Nothing feels real. How much longer? How long has it been? My mind is unwinding. I scramble, scraping the calloused ground. I tear at my fingers. Escape. I have to get out. To the cheery world. Oh the world. That flow of gravel, I miss it so much. I am sorry for not appreciating it enough. Please. Come back. Please. My muscles spasm and I lunge backwards. I stretch my eyes upwards until pain engulfs me, just to see anything, anything at all.
c5d194 I hear a scuttling. My mind jumps, rats? Will I be eaten alive before I meet my destined fate at the hands of men who deem me unworthy to live? I pull at my chains, and their rattle bounces around the chambers of my tomb.
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c5d194 I blink, but I cannot tell if I have done so. There is no difference between sight and nothing. My heart paces ever so slightly faster. My breathing echoes, reminding me of my solitude. I feel my mind race. How long will I have to endure this? I am mere seconds into my confinement and I am already rolling with discomfort. There is a ringing in my ears.
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c5d194 I hear the gate clang, and there is silence. Full darkness.
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c5d194 They check the shackles and then begin walking away. “Sweetest of dreams” they say. I can no longer tell which one said it. They have left my side. They close the door with a ratcheting sound, and the boom echoes through the endless labyrinth-like facility. They leave. I am cold. Their footsteps echo and get quieter and quieter as the light grows fainter and fainter.
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c5d194 We stop with a clunk in front of a cell just like all the others. I look back. The light of the stairwell is far far away. They open the door with a wretched creak. I am thrown in. They follow me inside and the cell lights up as the torch comes further in. It is barren, rectangular in length away from the cell door. I can barely see the end of the cell, but it becomes clearer as the torch gets closer. They push me from behind. There is a bar with chains and shackles attached midway up the end wall. I believe that is where I will be put. They bring me to the chains and the one on the right bends down. He attaches my hands to the shackles.
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c5d194 The torch the man on the left holds lights our way with flickering guidance. Around us, we pass gate after gate, barred cells. The man on my right clears his throat. “There is no one else in the hold. No food or water will be brung for you, as you are a murderer and villain. You will wait in this cell until the day of your execution.”
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47854c the man behind system 3- *explodes*
c5d194 Our steps down the stairs echo down into a seemingly huge chamber. My feet send a message and the spacious cavern we are approaching responds. We exit on a dark level. No light. The men push me forward and their shoes clink on the cold stone ground. My head hurts.
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c5d194 The hall is dark and musty. A spiral staircase leads down from in front of us, the phantom glow of a fire lighting the way in a muted flare. Making our way down, I notice the humble detail on the stone walls. This building is ancient. Its been here for years. I feel as if I am intruding.
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c5d194 Were approaching a muddy path leading down the slope to the stone building. The angle paired with the slippery ground makes it hard for me to keep balance, but the men to my left and right somehow plan their steps confidently. We reach a rusted iron gate. The man to my right inserts a key. The hinges are rusty and the man has to pull harshly for the gate to swing open. They pull me inside.
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c5d194 A few days ago, I was in a trial room. The room echoed, but barely, and it still muddled my thoughts. I could not think. The judge condemned me to execution. I don't remember him telling me so. The man on my right reminded me before we set out on this walk. I was to wait in a hold until the date of my execution, he had also said. He had not said for how long.
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47854c since you've been gone i've been singing this stupid song so i could ponder the sanity of your mother * the man behind system 32 intense-* *explodes
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c5d194 The path forks. We take the right. As we turn a corner, I can see the faint shape of a stone bricked building, rectangular in shape, through the tree line. It is sunk into the ground, surrounded by marshy grassland. I ask if that is where we are heading. They do not reply. The wind carries dried leaves, a bunch of them twirling in front of me, and one of them strokes my bare chest before flying away. My hairs raise.
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c5d194 I pivot my face towards the way we are going. We have been walking for around half an hour now. The buildings around us had slowly started to deplete as we went along. We are approaching a cobble cottage with a thatched roof, the only one I have seen in a bit, though I would not have known, for I had been watching the ground for most of the time. Maybe we had passed a few and I just had not seen. The wheat and barley fields around us seem endless, swaying in the breeze. An gnarled oak tree reaches over the path across from the cottage. We pass under it. My neck hurts. There are hills up ahead, melding into a forest of tall grass and taller trees.
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