The smell of rum and fire and ash... Whispering loudly in my ears... The rooms are glistening red... My face is stained black and wet... I can hardly breathe from what feels like my soul being ripped from my chest... My throat has constricted I can hardly scream anymore... My eyes are scratching the inside of my skull as my body pleas to shut down...
But finally, the words scratched out in the soot of a thousand screams and cries for help read
"I AM FREE."
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