Whilst at work, Steve looked at the boundary fencing between the two sides of Area Seven. Most of it was driven deep into the edge of paving with no gaps for escape but he noticed one section, which faced a thicket. On the Good Side, overgrown brambles provided thorny cover and, from the Wrong Side, there was a line of low bushes. He discovered a shallow scrape underneath the fencing. One night, he snuck out of his designated flat and watched the gap. He settled down in the dark and pulled his hood up to keep warm. Eventually, he saw a fox slip under. Over the next few weeks, Steve silently made his way to the fox run and sliced mud away with a spoon until he could just fit underneath. In the thicket beyond, he cut a small gap until he could get through. From the Good Side, this escape route was invisible. He crawled back inside and ensured the gap under the fence was hidden from view. It was almost time to visit his old back garden.
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