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In the room, that day in April, I feared I was lost. I was still trapped, still hopelessly
trapped, and now I had taken upon myself a burden more unbearable, infinitely more terrible.
This was surely too much in its entirety for any man to bear. I resigned myself to my fate,
whatever it might be. I saw no possiblity of escaping either physically or psychologically.
I covered my closed eyes with a forearm. It was then I heard a sound ... the sound ...
the same sound that had imprisoned me ... the ominous whisper that had gradually reduced
me to hopelessness. I was astounded, too astounded in fact, to look up immediately. What
exit was left to bar? I was in a sealed room, there had been no escape, no more doors to disap-
pear. I opened my eyes and lifted them. I was almost blinded by the intensity of the light enter-
ing through the window and the door to the kitchen.
Free?
