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Weekly Contest #322
Asta would never forget the way being buried alive felt. She would forever hear the dirt hitting the top of the coffin as the people who were meant to protect her shoveled it into the grave. Knowing she was alive inside screaming and begging for them to let her go. She had been only twenty three when that night happened. She remained twenty three. Remained awake long after the oxygen had been depleted in the cramped space. It was dark there under the ground, and so quiet. The kind of quiet that drove a person insane. She knew if there was an...
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