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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX - FIRE AND HORSES

Auteur: Afamefuna Nwanyibuife
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Horses.

I stayed still, listening. The sound was faint, coming from far away. Horses, they were moving fast. Their hooves struck the ground in the distance, steady, sharp, getting closer.

My heart started beating faster. I got out of bed and went to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly. The courtyard below was dark and empty, but I could hear the horses getting closer.

I panicked. The hunters?

Maybe just travelers, I told myself. But I knew it wasn't travelers. Not at this hour.

My throat began to itch. I coughed hard, trying not to panic. The smoke was already slipping through the cracks of the door, rising fast.

"Help!" I shouted, running to the door and banging on it with both fists. "Help me!"

I grabbed the handle and pulled. I pulled harder, hitting my shoulder against the wood.

It was stuck.

The smoke was stronger and thick now. I could barely see across the room. My chest burned.

"Help!" I screamed again, pounding frantically on the door.

From the other side,
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