When the door to my freedom finally opened, the blinding light fooled me into believing it was only a dream. I remained in the cool, wet corner of my stone prison until nightfall.
The ocean’s breeze lures me from my sleep, and I discover the door is still open.
I can barely stand to my feet—my legs, my back, weak from nonuse. I don’t know how long I was trapped, why he took me captive if he was only going to leave me to rot.
But I won’t stay to find out. Gaining balance, I run for my escape.
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