The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire
Finn had discovered how to avoid these patrolmen, he had learned their paths through the community, identified the sound of their footsteps, and known which corners and crevices were out of their line of sight.
But to Finn's shame, there had been two disastrous winters during which despair had driven him to gradually let a patrolman arrest him. When he heard the approaching clopping of the man's heavy boots, his numb fingers rubbed in the snow. He pried a stone from the street and hurled it through a flower shop window. Being a young boy, he had been sent to orphanages on both occasions. With bread and hot yet watery stew, warm soup in his belly, and under a blanket, he felt that he had made
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