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A girl kneels on hard stone floor, we can't see the walls around her, but we know they are there. Her head is bowed and her long brown hair makes a curtain between her and the world around her. There is a chain stretching from her left ankle to the unseen wall behind her, so we know she is chained there. The only thing protecting her bare, naked body from the cold and the hate of the world are a pair of dirty ragged wings, white or black we cannot tell for the dirt. Suddenly, with no noise at all a tear falls from her face to the floor and we know she is crying.