The last omega
Sweat drips down my temple as I pry again and again, every creak of the frame a prayer.
Finally, with a sharp pop, the window shifts wider. I stare at it, breathless.
The window is high, too high to reach alone. My gaze sweeps the room and lands on the bed.
I drag it across the floor, the legs screeching against the stone. My muscles scream, but desperation drives me harder. I push it beneath the window, i put the table on it, and the chair on top, then i climb slowly , and stretch upward again. This time, my fingers curl around the frame.
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