A.L. Riddle

Chloe Conlan

Sean King

English

Run. Don't look back; you need to move. RUN.

The voice echoed inside his head, spurring his feet into motion. Smoke clogged his throat, burning his lungs and eyes until his vision was blurred. But still he kept going. 
Couldn't stop.

He pushed through, his eyes watering and his throat raw from the smoke. He heard a bell ringing and then walked into a counter. “Can I help you, mister?”, a clear voice rang through. “Tell me where I am!”, he croaked. “You’re in Abe’s, of course! Finest Cuban Cigars sale!”

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