Chapter Twenty-Six: Chemical Ashes
"I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future." -Carl Sandburg The cuffs bite deeply into my wrists, vicious animals eager to cause pain and draw blood like the Monitors. Red wraps around each wrist from the numerous times I've shifted my hands, trying to make the too tight metal bands ease up a bit. No matter how many times I turn my wrists or whether I move them left or right, up or down, there is no escaping them. A group of at least ten Monitors surround me on all sides like vultures around a rotting corpse. The buildings seem to rise up around me, growing ever taller. The old stone building climb towards the sky li
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