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Snatched Away From Town
The train rushed out of the station, dragging me with it. Hands tied, mouth gagged and eyes burning with tears too stubborn to fall.
Outside of the old window, I see my hometown blurring away. The station where I sold newspapers, the roads where I begged and… the cluster of stones where I had awakened the curse.
Another lashing hit my arm.
“How did you do that, scoundrel?”
Master shouted. I kept mum.
Another lash of whip.
“When will that creature come alive, you urchin?”
I faintly smiled for I was the answer. A creature snatched from his homeland.