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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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…“I… I was lost,” Elara whispered, her voice barely audible. The old woman nodded, her gaze never leaving her mending. “And yet, you find your way. That is a gift, child.” She looked up then, her ancient eyes meeting Elara’s. “What do you carry there?” Elara’s hand flew to her pocket, her secret suddenly feeling exposed. She hesitated, then slowly, as if offering a piece of her soul, she pulled out the toy soldier. She held it out, its worn metal glinting dully. “He was my Papa’s,” she said, her voice

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