Having grown up in the village, he had never seen such fierce police before. He was so frightened that he trembled with fear.,The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.,This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, ragged and filthy, with a broken leather pouch tied around his waist.。