The Magic of Primark
Rain crashed to the ground, pelting down on the soaked floor. The dark nights sky loomed ahead, glaring at me as I walked down the streets of London. I was alone that night, and the streets I walked were bare and empty; abandoned. No sounds, no people; no life. No one was here to inhabit these streets. I looked down at the deep gash along my side. Wincing, I leant on the wall, as if I'd given up.
The rain had soaked my brown hair, and annoying droplets of water fell from the hair and onto my boxy nose. I glanced around, scouring the streets for soldiers. I was alone so far; well, as far as my eyes could see.
It was a close call, and I had to be careful around here. The Hunters were ruthless...







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