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... bricks. The relentless sound of the drops hitting hard on the surface was causing a chaotic unease. Amidst this storm, a tiny flame flickered in the rickety, draughty hut, like it could be snuffed out by the icy gusts seeping through the cracks at any moment.
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“If I die, I die! Let’s see how these ghosts are going to take my life!”
The extremity of despair and fear can transform into anger. The boy sat by the oil lamp, clutchi ...
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