The moment William had been waiting for finally arrived. He walked through the bustling streets of the city, weaving through the haphazard crowd. The vendors shouted their wares, but he kept his head down, careful to avoid their gazes. The guards patrolled the streets, their eyes scanning the crowd, but William was a shadow in the midst of the chaos.
He moved like a ghost, unseen, unnoticed—a figure in the crowd, blending in effortlessly as if the city itself had forgotten him. Every step he took was lighter than the last, as if he were walking on air. He couldn't help but feel the rush of freedom in his veins, like a pirate spotting land after years lost at sea.
He had long dreamed of this moment. This was the day he'd finally escape. The day he would leave everything behind. As his feet carried him closer to the city gates, he couldn't stop the surge of relief that washed over him.
'I can't believe I'm finally leaving,' he thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
