Once Upon A Foolish Man

His name was Bode and for as long as he knew, he had been locked up in this hole. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t here. He had lost memory of what freedom felt like; the smell of fresh air, the feel of clean clothes on his now battered skin or the taste of good food just for the sheer joy of being that – good food. Days rolled over themselves like a group of drunken men falling over each other with no sense of direction. 

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