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My small, bare feet slapped against the cold, wet stone as I tore down the narrow alley. The loaves of bread felt heavier with every step, my arms aching from holding onto my only victory. Behind me, the shouts of men and the stomp of boots chased me like a pack of wolves.

I ducked into a shadowy corner, pressing myself into the darkness, trying to quiet my breathing. The men thundered past, their curses fading into the distance. My heartbeat began to slow, and for a fleetin ...

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