SANCTUARY-NOVEL -PART-1

PART-1

1 The projected area was close to the white structure that was disguised by a brier and an array of birches. The watchman had a smile that revealed his shrewdness of observation and he was nonchalant rather than rude, generally speaking, but they said he was a good man. While walking, the elder crushed the stone beneath his footwear with extraordinary vigour as if he offered vent to a mysterious malignity. The little granules in his eyes that started late made him uneasy at interludes and a part of the sharp change he made in his lifestyle was past anybody’s comprehension. He had a stick with a metallic edge which he used routinely not for its right reason but to demonstrate that he could act nimbly and may be superior to anybody, his

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imaginary foe he saw in those afternoon slumbers. In his dreams, he seldom lost a duel. This was not due to any special upbringing, but his recent changes of thought he acquired in his recent company that was a horde of competitors for a trophy. He took in the courtyard under yew trees and the use of a wand is to strike and the goal could be anything. It does not by and large make a difference. Every end of the week he went for wrestling contests, and he hoped it made him lose a few pounds around his tummy walls. But otherwise, he was happy. He did not laugh often but when he did so, the whole room reverberated with the sounds and since his room was close to the jetty and the workers often shouted outside the well-framed walls, it's all mixed together in a ludicrous orchestra, a new symphony yet to create……Today is Saturday. His day off from labour. But he did not dodge activity altogether, as he desired to

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eight years, then when on senseless reasons when he was angry with them for killing his pet divert in the television…..No child is conceived wicked. The closed room. In any case, the damnation of that. You perceive that toward the end of your genuine work, that is not as extraordinary as and respectable on the off chance that you are occupied with their organization or in an in the organization of card games being. To be perfectly honest, I like the organization of young women. ………This is on the grounds that they treat you deferentially first since you are a man and afterwards you are over their age helping them to remember their dad or uncle. Once in a while, I talk about private things with them. Since they need to talk about such things to their sentimental partner and they think you are not fit for such stuff. This raises you in a superior position, now and again a philosophical one, where you watch the back

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and forth movements and their statures of life from a superior point. You all of a sudden find in the lady your own life partner two or three decades prior and your own particular hot contemplations concerning her and how the desire of life at each point was not even the value of a tuppence, only a joke of one day on the off chance that you could see them that way………..As of late, I went in a ship like an eatery in the country. The servers were altogether dressed like privateers and the point of the inn is to draw in individuals, rich ones who could spend tremendous sums in a solitary supper. At the point when you turn out after the sumptuous sustenance, your first sight is on the road, young men who can’t manage the cost of a small amount of the supper you had. It is possible that you go bleak. Or, on the other hand, out of philanthropy, what a mean thing to even display it. Besides, you are flustered about

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