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Arthur stared at the fence, just as he had done every day for as long as he could remember. He stared past the metal links to the road and the sparse forest beyond, barely paying the fence any attention. It was made of rusty cross-hatched barbed wire, just over ten feet tall and topped with spiraling razor metal that would tear any would-be escapees to shreds. To Arthur, a slave who had been born and raised inside the compound, it was a wall, a barrier between him and freedom. Today, Arthur gazed past the fence, barely seeing the jagged metal that kept him trapped. He watched the outside world, the world he never knew, with an intense longing