Her skin crackled like dead leaves with every haggard breath she took.
The air around her reeked of wet earth.
She smiled as the wood above her creaked and sighed.
It had almost been a year.
She'd been surrounded by these same four walls for far too long.
This time though, this time would be different.
They had missed her, come to see her every day to apologise.
Every one of them had told her something secret.
Most were mundane, petty theft and lies they told her.
There were a few... interesting ones.
Nobody expected her to be listening.
They certainly didn't expect her to return.
Breathing was more difficult now, too many holes in the pipes, so to speak.
Moving even more so - a year of stillness is so hard on the body.
As the boards above her finally gave way, fresh dirt spilled onto her cold face.
Inch by inch she clawed her way to the surface to tell her tales.
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