I ran…ran as fast as I could, as far as I could. Without a sense of direction, I fled in that one momentary lapse of his attention, in all these years, from this small, dark, and stingy, dungeon in this deep forest.
I had with me, a recurring dream…the last thing, I believe, I remember of a past, I had. It fuelled my escape from this hopelessness.
” The long-lasting dream.
The last thing I ever remember of life.
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