Concentric rings rise into the air above me, spinning not just themselves but also my mind, I rise with them to look down on the city with spite, why should they, the stinking miserable rats, hold all the wealth and power? Surely I, the master of these mighty rings and the only one willing to leave this accursed city, should rule? I would eliminate hunger, expand the city a hundredfold and bring strength back to my populace! Then, I drop, falling down a corridor of seemingly infinite doors. Before I can grab any the ground meets me, knocking my visions onto the ground. They shrivel like a worm and crawl down into the drains. Do I – (9) Follow my vision? or (23) Continue down the street?
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