Down, down, down we walked. If I allowed myself to, I could lose my sense of self among the descending throng before we ever reached the river. The farther we descended, the fewer differences distinguished the once-people surrounding me. All sizes and shapes melted and stretched into uniform gray rectangles that
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I loved the feel of this, and the hints at the horror that earlier befell the character (so perfectly implied) and the idea of being made even a little bit free of it because of this journey.
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