... mystery voice from behind me. I can't see the face of the man; I can only feel the strength of his fingers against my left wrist. The streets that surround me are noisy. I hear pattering feet in all directions, but I cannot see them, the air is too blurred by the smoke. All the skys light is blocked from my sight by the houses around me. I knock my left wrist against a wall as I'm thrown round another corner, into another cobbled street. My wrist throbs with pain, which is added to by the constant violent pulling from the man in front of me. Where was I being taken? Who was this man, and what did he want with me? I think, I ponder over the actions that have just taken place. I've just taken part in an illegal action, against the law. I look at my free ...

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