MatildaHolly
I ran, my breath misting above me in the night air. I could hear their heavy boots behind me, every step I took, they took five. It was true: escape was impossible. But was it? I could run fast enough if I pushed myself. I fell into an alley, panting and I sank, sobbing to my knees in front of the dead end. Without turning, I heard them assemble behind me. It was true. There was no escape from the Brotherhood.
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