HEIRS OF THE HIDDEN FLAME

NATHAN'S NARROW ESCAPE

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Meanwhile, in the prison where Andrew kept Nathan, The dimly lit corridor of the cell echoed with the sound of footsteps. One of Andrew’s guards was heading towards the cell, his heavy boots clacking against the cold, hard floor. Nathan sat in his cramped cell, his stomach growling in hunger and his spirits sinking with each passing minute of captivity. But tonight, fate will intervene in unexpected ways. He hoped that his plan to escape would work out.

As the guard approached, carrying a tray of meager rations, Nathan's heart quickened with anticipation. He rose from his cot, eager for interaction with the guard. But as fate would have it, the guard stumbled, and the tray clattered to the ground, food splattering across the floor in Nathan’s cell.

Nathan's instincts kicked in; this was his chance to steal the key. He lunged forward, pretending to help, but before he could react, the guard's weight bore down on him, pushing him to the ground. Pain shot through Nathan's body as he