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The Follower

He's there. I can sense it. Lurking in the distance with his trilby piled low. He wears a pitch black trench coat, your typical comic book spy but oh no what a mistake you have made to underestimate him. He is the follower. He walks silently unlike a dog on a polished floor.
One thing I ask is to why I'm being followed. This be because I'm condemned. I'm a broken man. For my follower is death. A death that I will meet just along the path...

OliverB123

@OliverB123

14 year old boy who loves reading and writing. That's me!!

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