The Ascent by Lawenta
Summary: A cell door left open out of mercy is one thing. The long trek back to the world up above another altogether.
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The ascent was endless. Fitting the depth of his fall, he thought bitterly, and let sheer spite draw him on hands and knees one more step up.
Reduced to a worm in its hole, crawling out after the rain else it drowns in the dark.
He allowed himself to sink against the rough stone of the wall, just for a moment, and contemplated the small shirae-lantern on the step below him.