Seeking Freedom
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Ongoing1h 39m
Last published Wed, Feb 24, 2021
"Don't worry Fara, we'll get there. We're going to be fine." He gave me a small smile, then grabbed the child's hand and started running.
Five days.
Five days until the world ends for me.
And I am going to make them count.
I thrust my body forwards and let the rope cut down on my hands, whistling through my teeth, my eyes shut.
We're going to be fine.
We are going to break free.
I grinned and embraced the sharp tang of blood pouring down my palms.
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