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... t’s never ending.
When the world got active, it never let up. There was always something else. Always another event around the bend.
I took a small breath as one of the men let out a tiny whine. He, like the other three, wore a sack over his head. It was tied lightly with a fisherman’s rope, but it honestly didn’t need to be. All of them had their hands bound firmly, and were kneeling on the ground.
This was why I needed to leave soon. Even if it wasn’t the most correct t ...
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