Milo walks along the dirt road, his hand running along the green scrubs that bristled in the wind. The sky fell, its colors in a flurry of red and orange, fading into night quickly. He'd started to walk back from the red village with a handful of noticed sideways looks. The cold put silver in his cheeks. He took a sharp turn, his hand clasping around a warm wrist that entered his jacket pocket. "Thief." He hissed, twisting around. The thief had ripped their wrist from his grasp.
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