Runaway Judas
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Last published Sat, Jul 20, 2024
This is the story of Judas, a freedom-seeking kid, who through a series of events will have a light a spark in his life. As he tells the story from his perspective, you will see how this spark will be the outbreak of a wildfire that will burn his life down, taking everything from him and forcing him to live on the run. But he knows that the flames will always catch up to him.
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