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On the Other Side of the Wall
I am trapped! I can feel the wall in front of me—there are no
exits. I bang on it a few times, hurting my hand, and I
y
e
l
l
,
even though I don’t believe anyone will hear me.
“Is there someone on the other side? Troop! Come help
me! I’m here!”
Here?
I’m trying not to think about where
here
is.
My efforts are pointless. I have the
uncomfortable
feeling of being separated from my friends by more than just
a rock wall.
Feeling along the wall, my fingers graze something
engraved in the stone
. I don’t need to shine my flash-
light on it to know what it is. My fingers read the
V
that,
written in a hurry, so many could confuse with an
X
.
V
as in voyage and Virgil.
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