Atop the old tower, just below its mighty bell, our man stands upon a ledge.
He is short of breath, having run to this very spot. Chased from everywhere else he could possibly hide.
But they will find him here. In time.
Capture is inevitable and our man knows this.
He holds a locket close to his heart, and seeks the courage to commit one final act of defiance.
One move his would-be captors could not have seen.
A last will and testament, made out in self sacrifice.
But what guarantee was there, that the message would make its mark?
Should he toss himself to the bottom of this wishing well, would his life be enough to purchase one last wish . . .?
The bell begins to toll and his resolve is summoned.
Locket to lips, he whispers his last words before forcing the artifact into his mouth.
He nearly gags more than once, but the bell's ringing masks the grotesque noises.
He forces his body to accept this last meal, despite its many attempts to expel it.
The last bell rings. The precious cargo is stowed.
He steps out into the open air, and for half a breath has the strangest hope that he might have been able to fly this entire time. And somehow forgot until this very moment.
Impossible to tell how long this comfort stays with our man, before his inevitable-
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