Chapter Sixteen

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And then from desperation, or from a window glimpse of blue, persisting between pearlescent wisps of twisting clouds, came the prospect of escape.

"I just gotta get the hell out of here!" he rasped to a hapless friend.




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And then from desperation, or from a window glimpse of blue, persisting between pearlescent wisps of twisting clouds, came the prospect of escape.

"I just gotta get the hell out of here!" he rasped to a hapless friend.