It wont be long now. Just a little bit further.
At first the sensation of hard dirt and stone against his fingers had made him wince in agony. It had taken days and days of focus to lose touch with the pain. His fingernails were worn down to jagged shreds. His hands, once a rich caramel where now red, scarred, and dark. And yet on he dug.
He lost track of the days after the first season had passed. He hadn't seen so much as another human face in what seemed a lifetime. The stone walls mocked him, but on he dug. Moving stone and earth with his breaking tattered fingers. One thought consumed his mind.
Just a bit more. She is waiting for you. You will see your love again soon. It will all be worth it, just to see her again for a moment.
He stopped to look down. There was now a pool of mud between his palms. Mud made from dirt and blood. His own blood. It would seem he had broken another finger. He couldn't feel the pain, but now the loss of blood was making him lightheaded. He felt like crying. But then the bar wiggled. The iron rod that had been confining his escape for these long weeks. It rocked at his touch, and putting the last of his strength against it, broke free.
I am coming my dearest love. I have missed you so.
Husani stepped out into the passage, and towards his freedom.
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