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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 11:27 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 11:42 pm
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A few hours later, the young man, or Svend as was his name, woke up with a sudden start. He found that his head hurt, that his body ached, and the wounds and bruises smart. He tried to move, but the chains and shackles restrained his movement.
Eventually he realized that he was shackled in a dark cell that reeks of waste and lost hope. He may not know exactly where he was, but he knew why. He was here to be sold, to be somewhere far, far away, and unable to return.
With that, he silently cried. Cried for the friends that was lost to him, the memories that was soon to be forgotten. He cried for a long time, and afterward he settled down.
He knew he may not escape right now, or in the near future. He felt that he might die in this cell. But one thing is for sure: he has to make himself comfortable as long as these binds permit, and wait for what is to come.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 4:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 11:42 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 5:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:39 pm
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