As the cold night dawned on him, he knew what was going to happen if he got cought. He knew he would die like all the others who have been cought. Twigs breaking,leaves crunching underneath his bare feet and under the hooves of the guards black,red-eyed horses,they were getting closer to him he could feel it. Shouts came from behind him,so the boy picked up his speed,turned left and hid behind a tall,old,black and crooked বৃক্ষ that looked like it had a face on it,a face that looked scared. The বৃক্ষ made him feel uncomfortable so he ran to a old marble statue of a woman...a woman that had a...
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