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by james resly Tamron 35mm + GFX50R

"We're supposed to be free, we left that place, right?"

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Im gasping for air

"That noise... What is that awful noise!?"

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I see L I G H T

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A Rib.

A Piece.

A Bolt

An Anchor

Where was I?

How Long?

I wake in Torment, my Shackle bound to my arm, a reminder of that day, of that nightmare that haunts me so.

I stand up, every muscle in my body screaming for me to end my journey, to simply wait for her embrace once more.

I do not give in. I must find them. They will light the path, and deliver me from Inferno.