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... room, trying to breathe. Trying to think. My thoughts were spiraling—panic scratching behind my eyes like rats in a box.
So much for my fucking escape.
But then it hit me—what if I didn’t fly out? What if I could cross the border by bus, and then take a flight from the next country over? Maybe there was a crack in their perfect little trap. Maybe the bastards hadn’t locked down the land routes yet. The hope burned in me like a lit match in a gas-filled room.
Hope flicker ...
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