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A Pocketful of Dreams

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A Pocketful of Dreams

Little one crying for help in the middle of world war he cried for help and nobody came, but after all he managed to escape with the help of old woman

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…Taking a deep, shaky breath, Elara turned towards the gaping hole in the wall, the one where the brambles grew. She could hear the boots now, loud and menacing, just beyond the crumbling doorway. Her heart still pounded, but it was no longer a panicked flutter. It was a steady, determined rhythm, fueled by a newfound resolve. She was Elara, and she carried a pocketful of dreams, and a whisper of courage. And she would find her way.

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