I keep my head down, my hood pulled down over my face in order to disguise my identity. All these clueless sheep should never be allowed to see what goes on behind the scene’s. I scowl as a child bumps into me. This market is crawling with the little wretches. I don’t understand why someone would ever want to bring a life into this corrupted world but- I freeze. A face is staring at me through the crowd. A face I recognise all too well. I grit my teeth and start pushing my way forwards
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1Ezekiel Potter
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