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Bound To Escape

He was always in and out of work It wasn't that he liked to shirk, he didn't keep a job for long because his attitude was wrong. Then one day early in the spring he started doing conjuring, until he had a chance to go to a top magicians show. He quickly took in what he saw and seized his chance to take the floor, a straight-jacket lay on the ground the challenge offered all around. His reputation quickly grew and all the people round him knew, that in his field he would be king he could escape from anything. They locked him in a police cell but he escaped from that as well, they dropped him in the icy sea bound in chains but he broke free. For many years he reigned supreme he was the greatest ever seen, but then one day while racked with pain set out to play his deadly game. When lowered in a water tank chained hand and foot he quickly sank, though filled with pain, he showed no strife but this stunt was his last in life. The day Harry Houdini died many many people cried, he said he would come back one day but so far hasn't found a way.

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