Title: Untitled
by Bob | in writing, fiction
Luke cautiously stepped into the street, trying to make sense of the past 24 hours. His first few steps were anxious and awkward while his head was spinning with confusion.
Trembling, he forced his hand into his pocket feeling the cold metal against his skin. He had a sudden thought that it would be easier if he destroyed the ancient gift. Then, a rustling sound came from the ground disturbing his thoughts. He felt a sudden jerk on his ankle...
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