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... n it became a grim duty. Eventually, it became torture. Hunger made even the worst slop look appetizing. Dantès would hold the plate for hours, staring at moldy bread and rotten meat, fighting between his death wish and his survival instincts.
’I’m still young,’ he’d think during weak moments. ’Maybe twenty-five years old. I could live fifty more years. Anything could happen. Someone might free me.’
But then he’d remember his oath and force himself to dump the food.
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