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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 165

We were escorted down a plunging and windy path to the secluded building. We were engulfed in thick trees and the smell of wood as we carefully watched our step walking down the dirt path. The flowers at the bottom of my feet gasped for air before breathing their final breath, dying with every step I took. I was hoping I wasn’t going to see much of whoever this old man leading us was, he wasn’t pleasant at all and his face was always stuck in a scowl. I could tell my assistant could notice too and quickly moved further and further away from him.

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