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Without further hesitation they ran. Tree branches whipping against their faces as they slipped away down the steep incline of the hill...
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Flickering shades of black and red blurred in and out of focus. The flashing images shifted and transformed as the vision of the man’s pain stri..
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The pain was great and almost unbearable. Every blissful moment made replayed in her mind repetitively like shadows and visions of a haunting memory l..
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