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For a few minutes Danny could do nothing but stand on the edge of the pool, in the glorious sunlight, beneath the great blue sky, and realise that he was _free_. It was like waking up from a ghastly nightmare.
After shaking himself like a dog and squeezing some of the water out of his clothes, he turned up the little path leading to the road.