The Forest Path

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“I didn’t really think that life was THAT short lived,” Liam said.

“I mean, dying of old age doesn’t sound that bad now.”

“Grreat! We are chained to a wall in an unknown basement somewhere, waiting for impending doom and you’re worried about getting crow’s feet and wrinkles,

Instead… let’s sing show tunes while we get hacked to bits.” I murmured sarcastically.

I knew he had heard me by the look on his face, but then his face turned ashen with horror as our captors entered the room. I felt the blood drain from my already pale face.

I recognised the face.

 A face I knew.

A face I feared.

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