Tag: Vayera

The small room wasn’t much to look at, and the sunlight filtering through the old shutters on the window just accented the old, tired-looking walls and cracked floor tiles. And yet, a man had died here in this room, mostly for the privilege of being able to live in this room, in this place. They had been looking for him for quite some time, scouring the country and waking entire neighborhoods every time rumor had it he was somewhere in the vicinity. To judge by the heavily armed troops that were smashing down doors in the middle of the night, they must have feared him, though he was only one man, and not a particularly large or physically powerful one at that; and yet, he must have had a fire to him, to inspire such a determined manhunt. He had been afforded many opportunities to escape, and find refuge overseas, in Europe or America, and even in England, yet he could not...