His toes scraped the cold cement. Familiar. His hair, matted with sweat and dirt, cloaked his face. This used to annoy him. Somehow, he remembered all his previous lifetimes in this depressing cell. Everything had gone wrong, apparently, because "right" certainly doesn't end here.
But, it always ends here. It has, it does, and it will.
What if, next life, nothing went wrong? What if everything he spent all his lives searching for was found?
His heart sank as, deep in his gut, he felt the concussion of a neighboring cell door slamming shut.
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