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A solitary figure dashed through the misty forest, clawing at the maple trunks with bloodied hands to fling himself past them and through the underbrush towards the ruddy gleam of daylight along the edge of the woods. His boot snagged against a gnarled root and he slammed forward across the ground; the beige-clad of…
Celia McKinley
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