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... ne that even contemplating retreat was futile.
Yet moving forward held no promise of an end, no hope of finding anything waiting.
I walked. And walked.
When I stumbled and fell, I got up and kept walking.
When fear of the dark gripped me and my body trembled uncontrollably, I forced myself to endure and moved forward again.
That was how I lived.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say I existed.
I asked myself, and I answered myself. ...
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