_Two days—48 hours—2880 minutes—172800 seconds. It’s all the same._

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It feels like centuries before I finally broke the barrrier, digging my fingernails desperately into the cracked rock, climbing with no energy left. I couldn’t feel anything—numb with the piercing cold of winter, stinging everytime I moved. Every breath I’d take, my lungs came closer to collapsing—but I couldn’t give up. If ...

_The perfect crime—or so I thought._

Suddenly, he gasped. In the midst of silence, there was an abrupt, raspy cough that filled the room. Everyone whipped their heads in his direction, and so did I, watching with feigned horror as he choked.

Others ran to his side, attempting every procedure they could think of, but soon he fell limp in their hands and collapsed onto the cold floor, along with t...