Gallery Courtyard - Thursday morning, 5:13A.M.
It was early. The sun was yet to rise. An eerie silence descended in the courtyard as if the wildlife in it were aware something significant was about to occur. Gregori breathed in, stilling his mind, harnessing all the magical elements he possessed and focused his intention on making his final crack in the jade. He could taste freedom and the knowledge gave him additional strength.
He needed to smell fresh air, feel the brush of wind on his skin. He needed to raise his face to the coming sunlight — it would be here soon — to warm his chilled, almost frozen soul. Today, the rays would warm his skin first and not the stone in which he was encased.
Today was a day to rejoice.
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