No longer a newbie, moving up!
- Aug 15, 2006
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By the terms of my parole for life I am compelled to make a pilgrimage and walk the maze of the Urbanopolis to find my chamber every 7 years..
On this visit the complex did not look correct- I checked to see if it were real. It wasn't. It was best this way.
Things became more familiar as I approached the entry channel. Once past this point there was no turning back.
The shredding wall felt thick of sickening grease from the sweaty hands of other criminals who had backed along it for the millennia previous.
The appearance of an opportunity to escape near the cell of my caste was a deadly illusion.
I looked back at the soft, dull light after climbing down into the chamber.
And turned to my corner to remain motionless and silent for 3 days and nights.