The screams of the dying and tortured prisoners echoed deep through the mountain like snakes coiling in a pit. He looted the Miner and found several things, but he just took what looked most important or valuable. He clutched the bell around his neck along with keys, a dagger, and a small gemstone. Bleeding, bewildered, and with a confused mind but a kindled soul, he pushed on without delay. Fortunate for him, but unfortunate for every other slave, it was quite easy to slither underneath the eyes of the Wardens. He spent such a long time in these tunnels that he knew in which ways the mine was interconnected, he just needed to go through the tunnels, listening to the death screams and taking the opposing paths. At first glance, everything seemed to be going well, until he needed to push deeper into the mine. Into the Chamber in which he heard the voice for the first time. Deep down, into the Chamber named “Inferno”. He crept along the dimly lit corridors, his heart pounded in his chest. He knew that he had to move quickly and quietly if he was going to have any chance of escaping. He kept to the shadows, avoiding the flickering torchlight that illuminated the stone halls. As he made his way deeper into the mountain, the air grew moldy, and the walls of the corridor grew narrower. The sound of his own footsteps echoed off the stone, making it seem as though there were others following him.

As he descended, the passage became increasingly steep, and he had to use his hands to steady himself as he clambered down. The rough stone walls scraped against his skin, and he could feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He knew that he was getting close to the chamber, and he could feel the heat radiating from the depths below. Finally, he reached a narrow set of stairs that led down into the bowels of the mountain. The steps were slippery with blood and rubble, and he had to be careful not to slip and fall. The air grew thicker and hotter with each step, and he could feel the sweat pouring down his face. The stairs seemed to go on forever as he felt his muscles burning with the effort of the descent.

At last, he reached the bottom of the stairs and found himself standing in front of the inferno. The heat was intense, sweat was pouring down his body. He could barely see through the thick smoke. He made his way forward, carefully avoiding the fiery pits that dotted the chamber. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and ash, and he could feel the heat searing his lungs. He knew that he had to keep moving if he was going to make it out alive. As he pushed himself to his physical and mental limits, he felt his way along the stone walls, unable to open his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he touched metal. A door, made of metal. The door was scorched black from the heat, but he could see light coming from the other side. He reached for the key he had found earlier and inserted it into the lock. The door creaked open, and he stepped through, into a nearly pitch-black tunnel. He made his way through the tunnel, his heart racing with excitement and fear. There was a faint light at the end. He knew it was his only chance of escape. He knew he was getting closer to the end, and he could feel hope rising in him. After what seemed an eternity, he finally emerged from the tunnel into the bright light of day.

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And as he stood there, in the bright light of day, he let out a deep sigh of relief. The cold wind washed over him like a sense of freedom. He turned his face towards the sky and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. He had been unable to speak for months, kept silent by the oppression or some other force in the mine. But now, as he stood outside, the words spilled out of him without hesitation. “I'm free,” he whispered, the words coming out in a raspy whisper. He repeated it louder, the words gaining strength with each utterance. “I'm free.”

He looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the outside world. It was as if he was experiencing it all for the first time, and he felt a sense of wonder and amazement. The sunlight was blinding, the birds sang a melody, and the breeze was refreshingly cool. He felt the grass under his feet and the sensation was overwhelming. He felt tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help himself. He had been living in darkness for so long that the light was overwhelming. He couldn't help but cry, he was overwhelmed with feelings, feelings that were long forgotten.