MistMorpheus

荒谬的人说“是”,但他的努力永不止息。

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The two same guards stood there smoking, like permanent fixtures. One glanced at me briefly as I pushed through the door. My steps were unintentionally heavy in the deserted corridor.

There was no place for me in the room as expected. Several strange faces looked up as I entered and hastily exited. By habit I resorted to the common room that I had kept to myself several times before. Thankfully no one was there.

I sat down and felt the full extent of my fatigue that came more from inactivity than anything else. The surprisingly scorching sunlight irritated me, so I let down the blinds.

Alone I was again.

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