Having decided whether r I should go across the bridge,my eyes already in shock from so much. Regardless of the dangers that could be ahead of me . I stood on the crooked bridge my heart filled with terror . Not knowing what was  ad of me . Despite my fier I knew what my choice was. Slowly l claimed up . Reaching the top  I found  the most perculear house my eyes had ever seen. My head filled with curiosity. Unfortunly the door was locked . Just then I saw him ,the man who burnt my books.

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