Six Minute Story

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He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet.

Lost, without a hand to hold.

Peasants.

Wine.

You can count me out.

I'm dead. Really dead. Not in the "there'll be a twist at the end and I'll be saved" kind of way. Just dead.

The daring were punished.

Birds.

The dapper man picked up a penny.

I jumped.

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