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  • Eliza ran through the trees, their shadows looming across her already dim path. The twigs, grabbing her, holding her back and scratching across her arms.

    Everything in life that she had witnessed and done so far was propelling her forward. Her body and lungs burned, begging her to stop and rest but she knew they would be following like a lion stalking its prey.

    Breaking through into a clearing she stopped. The cold pressing on her burning skin and her fringe stuck to her sweaty forehead. The sky was clear, only a few wispy clouds were floating above.
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