He ran until his lungs were moments from bursting. Through alleys up past Lincoln Ave to the top of Signal Hill. Up the water tower ladder c to the
edge of the steel container.
From the tower he couldn't see the sky or the ground. His memory was fading and a warmth washed over his face. Trees and barren seas of sand flashed before him as he closed his eyes. Then a silence for what seemed like lifetimes took hold and he began to fall.
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