I stand in the peaceful woods listening to the cold wind rushes past me. I wish I could be truly free but I push the thought aside and just imagine the forest is my freedom.I try to image I am free. Free from Mistress Madern, the haggard caretaker of the Madern Home for the Mentally sick and Inflicted. I stretch my arms out and lean back. I jump as a twig snaps.
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