The man sat upon the final piece of land the locals had afforded him: an overgrown patch of wood not even the animals would inhabit.
Before this they had removed him from a house on the outskirts of town, before that they had ejected him from a house in town. And judging from the noise of several armed men approaching, even in this they could not leave him.
He looked around him, as before, for some semblance of understanding for his would be evictors.
But out here he could find no pity for them.
All that he could see was the fire before him, and the wood surrounding him.
And so, with no empathy to be found, our man set out to welcome his pursuers with all that was left to him.
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