Countless thought ran through my mind. I knew from the sound of blockade scraping against the ground that I’d never be able to lift that door. Her memories recounted all the desperate yet futile attempts she’d made to push it. The only result was a bruise on her right shoulder.
No door.
No windows.
No escape.
Shit.
I needed another plan, another way to beat them.
My eyes roamed around the room, mesmerized by the stains on the wall, and quickly found the perfect solution.
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