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... shrieking beneath skin slick with sweat and grime—but still she ran.Branches clawed at her arms like grasping fingers, cold wind slicing across her face as she tore through the forest, blind with desperation. Her boots slipped in the frost-slick mud, knees buckling, vision tunneling. But she forced herself forward, lungs seizing in her chest with every brutal gasp. The only rhythm that matched her pounding heart was the thunder of paws behind her—The hunting dogs.
They were still coming. ...
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