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The Greatest Sacrifice
The light of the fire painted us in a ghastly silhouette.
Ezekiel sat still beside me as if trying to process the things that I have said. It isn’t something to ponder on, it is something that we should all feel towards our captors. Submitting to their cruelties could only mean a surrender to their harsh ways. I don’t know how to do it, I don’t have any idea how to escape from their clutches and find a way to prevent them from having control over me—after all, I am just as helpless and powerless as everyone else. But I will find a way. I will find something to crawl out of this tomb that they tried to bury me in. I will find a fire in this ocean of misery and I will burn them all.
Sebastien walked towards us with his body in patches of different blue-violet-colored bruises. The claw marks given to him by Matthias a while ago still sits like a sliver of fresh meat on his chest. He quickly approached the old lady as he tries to get the whole story of what happened. Eze
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