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Almost in unconsciousness, not remembering himself, the fugitive still emerged victorious from this fight. The fugitive, barely able to stand on his feet, exerting incredible willpower, hobbled on, forward, leaving this terrible place. Step by step, he climbed the stairs and finally found himself in front of the very door through the cracks of which a bright light was shining.
Opening it, he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to withstand the blinding light. At the same time, there was a breeze of freshness and pleasant coolness, which cheered up a little.
The nose caught a pleasant smell of pollen, needles, trees and many other things characteristic of the wild nature of mixed forests.
And the ear caught the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves, the noise of the wind, the skip of trees and, among other things, the murmur of water and the noise of a waterfall.
After the vision adapted, the most beautiful summer landscape appeared to the eye.
Right before the exit there is a river with a waterfall a little higher to the side.
The sun is unusually large, illuminates the earth quite brightly, periodically hiding behind clouds. The fugitive opened his mouth and rolled his eyes, amazed by the beauty of nature. Then he was overwhelmed by hitherto pent-up emotions. This is bitterness with a sense of guilt for the murders committed; and joy that he remained intact, and fear of how many times he was on the verge of death; this is resentment: why did they want to kill him? What did he do? Even if he did something, he doesn't remember it.
He was crying like a baby.
But soon he pulled himself together, gathered himself. There may be many more people around who want to finish him off.
The fugitive bandaged the wounds with torn pieces of his already torn clothes. Fortunately, the large vessels were not touched, and the blood gushed slightly.
There, behind, in a gloomy building, there are many valuable things left: weapons, clothes, food and, possibly, healing potions. But he did not return to this terrible place: he wanted to be as far away from it as possible.

Description
Almost in unconsciousness, not remembering himself, the fugitive still emerged victorious from this fight. The fugitive, barely able to stand on his feet, exerting incredible willpower, hobbled on, forward, leaving this terrible place. Step by step, he climbed the stairs and finally found himself in front of the very door through the cracks of which a bright light was shining.
Opening it, he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to withstand the blinding light. At the same time, there was a breeze of freshness and pleasant coolness, which cheered up a little.
The nose caught a pleasant smell of pollen, needles, trees and many other things characteristic of the wild nature of mixed forests.
And the ear caught the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves, the noise of the wind, the skip of trees and, among other things, the murmur of water and the noise of a waterfall.
After the vision adapted, the most beautiful summer landscape appeared to the eye.
Right before the exit there is a river with a waterfall a little higher to the side.
The sun is unusually large, illuminates the earth quite brightly, periodically hiding behind clouds. The fugitive opened his mouth and rolled his eyes, amazed by the beauty of nature. Then he was overwhelmed by hitherto pent-up emotions. This is bitterness with a sense of guilt for the murders committed; and joy that he remained intact, and fear of how many times he was on the verge of death; this is resentment: why did they want to kill him? What did he do? Even if he did something, he doesn't remember it.
He was crying like a baby.
But soon he pulled himself together, gathered himself. There may be many more people around who want to finish him off.
The fugitive bandaged the wounds with torn pieces of his already torn clothes. Fortunately, the large vessels were not touched, and the blood gushed slightly.
There, behind, in a gloomy building, there are many valuable things left: weapons, clothes, food and, possibly, healing potions. But he did not return to this terrible place: he wanted to be as far away from it as possible.