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  Hot……………

  Hot…hot….hot.

  “HOT!!! Oh lord! I'm burning!! God!”

  ‘God why’.

  Every scruple burned inside and outside, the skin from my the tops of my toes to the springs on top my scalp burned. The boiling acidic fmes cropped up across me, turning every sinew of flesh into sham

  The heat was just too much, the incensing and scalding and almost acidic smell was too much.

  My mind immediately started to falter

  I screamed and screamed. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream.

  Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream.

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  Hours ter.

  The SkillBook stated that I have only reached the 2nd degree of an Initiate, but I did learn two new skills and have mastered “One Shot Bow”.

  Turns out there is an Ascended stage for “One Shot Bow” called “Arrow of Death”. That will take two years at most to learn.

  “Arrow of Death, sounds a bit awesome”

  As I hiked up the hills and crevices, I began humming to myself that masa theme song my aunt was going crazy about.

  The SkillBook’s Door timer: 1 minute and 10 seconds.

  I have traveled out of the Valley and ended up near a country’s border.

  As I kept walking up the hill, something appeared right in front of me. It was so fast and suddenly I almost lost my bance. As my eyes focused back, I noticed that it was a door.

  A very rge mahogany door with a blue handle.

  I grabbed the handle and forced the door open. And what I saw before me, it almost made me ugh.

  It was home, well it was where I left. The bonfire was still fming, and the night was still gleaming.

  As I stared, I felt thrilled that I was finally home. The door disappeared after I walked through, as expected of a fantasy style trope. I looked around, I grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it on the bonfire and then turned towards the direction of my home.

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  My uncle built this home using some of his life saving after buying the nd from his father. He used the nd to primarily farm rice and some vegetables. He would usually sell at a markup price through the government subsidy program. He constantly tried to make profit through other means and actually gotten a second job as a loan shark. He usually sells high interest loans to businesses and the businesses would usually go to the banks to give him the money.

  Honestly, it was good money. He expined that money is the reason the world turned. And was the one thing most people would run towards without thinking. No matter what, this was a fact when you're hungry every day and you want things.

  Sometimes he would lose out on money, and we would go hungry for some time, but he would beg money from our retives.

  “Hey uncle, can I have some of the beans and rice from the stock”.

  “Why?”.

  My uncle knows that I rarely lie without reason and that sometimes I can't really expin my situation. And that he wasn’t a parental-figure.

  “I need the food sometimes for travel purposes, but I won’t be traveling outside the city and I will pay you for it”.

  “Pay…Hahahha, where are you getting the money from”.

  “I will pay”.

  My uncle was a Dalit man of small stature, with a mustache that almost seemed divine if it wasn’t so intrusive. It covered most of his face and it was a bit like a curling snake.

  “Ravi…Ravi you’re a good boy…. ...But you need to know that crime does not pay”.

  “I won't argue on that one, but we have a deal?”.

  “Yes.....deal”.

  The old man got up and took a beer bottle to his room, he poked his head and said:

  “I got sales work tomorrow, the next couple days I will be at work and after that it's pnting season so be ready”.

  “Yes, I know you told me about it a couple of weeks ago”.

  “Sorry…..you know we can go visit the retives ter on at the end of next month”.

  “Thanks”.

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