You take a breath of fresh air, rushing past the doorway that creaked open as
you made your choice. You can't look back. It'd be painful... Still, your heart
is joyous. The pale sunlight filters down and dapples a misty graveyard, and you run into the trees,
glad for your freedom. You think you picked all the right choices, and got where you wanted to be.
Your strategy served you well.
You feel... Different, somehow.
Your form... Your body... Your shape...
At heart...
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