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      The man rushed from out of the curtains.  Jumping off the stairs and landing with a crack to his knees, he began to run down the left aisle.  Sweat beading on his fore head, he thought of where he could go next.  They were after him.  They had come to get him.  Who was "they?"  THEY were the bringers of imprisonment.  The bringers of repetitive impediments of twisting slivers that drilled into the mind of a soul and incinerated the body away from itself.  Isolation they brought would be his imprisonment, for they were him.  Not him in body and mind, but those who acted like him.  Who conformed to him?  With a sudden burst of strength he