SIXTY-FOUR

The glasses slid down Arnold’s nose again. Faster because of his sweat.

He could hardly stand it. He’d spent a week on the island, and his glasses were falling apart already. If he were to lose them, he’d be helpless. But he had to keep working, no matter what. Even if the world was blurry, living was the only goal, escape the only option.

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