Shimshon and the Golem, Part 3: Chapter 3
| August 29, 2023Shimshon could only watch as two more darts flew. In seconds, he was also fast asleep, swinging silently above the forest ground
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himshon felt the blood rushing to his face. He struggled to free himself as Baruch and Jorin swung on either side of him.
“Baruch! Any luck?”
“No! I can’t untie this knot! You?”
“Same… Jorin?”
“Freed.”
Jorin slipped off the knot and let out a yell as he plummeted back down to the earth. He landed on the ground with a loud thud.
“Ouch…”
“You all right?”
“Yes. Now let’s get you both down from there.”
At that moment, an old man in dark robes stepped out of the trees. It was the sorcerer. He held a long pipe that he blew into, sending a dart into Jorin that put him to sleep instantly. Shimshon could only watch as two more darts flew. In seconds, he was also fast asleep, swinging silently above the forest ground.
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