could see the wall’s slats where plaster had fallen off and could hear strange sounds could also feel the cold air warning me to stay covered to remain in this old place not to tempt the fates accept the dead bird in hand like some before me languishing in lifeless rooms accepting death before death mindless survival routines sanctioned by the church and other corporations for the good of all according to marketing but what was outside the walls now here’s the surprising part outside the first walls is another set of walls actually a maze so once you feel you are free you find that you’re still walled in at least with a better view
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You capture that past unease so precisely that the reader is there with you. Beautiful writing.