Of Being There

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The doors flew open. The prisoners’ chains were pulled loose. And earthquake or no earthquake, the jailer knew who would be blamed for the escapes: him. Better to die a quick, private death than torture and public humiliation, he decided, drawing his sword. There was no other way out.

But there was. And it was those who had been physically impri...