Day 24
I was tried and nearly defeated, but I wasn’t going to let my captor win.
I dragged leaden legs up an endless flight of stairs, and spat blood onto the sterile flags on the floor.
I shoved the door ahead of me open, and was blinded by too brilliant daylight.
I breathed fresh air for what seemed like days, and hurtled my exhausted body out of the door and fell weakly to the earth.
I wanted to run for home, but I desperately needed to rest.
Just a moment of rest, and I’d be off again…
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