After feeling as if I had circled that dark maze a hundred or more times, a beam of light flooded inside the tomb ahead of me. My chest thumped with pain and delight at the same time. The ray of light was golden in color and quite bright. I knew that it derived from one of lampposts lining Talon Park’s brick walkways. As the promise of survival swept through me, I stepped into the light, following its rod of golden illumination to safety, life beyond that hellish world where I become a prisoner, almost being murdered.
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