Chapter 1: The Beginning

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His (1) POV :

I remember the sunset. My father and I used to play during this time. The same sunset ..........
I think I always imagined it as something playful. The way the sun's colour changes while sinking into the water, the way the trees swing. We used to play, hide and seek.

Now I am tied to the same tree, for something I haven't done. Left here to die.....

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