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One step and another. The wolves howled and I hoped they were farther away this time so we could rest soon. Everything blurred and my shoulder became a pinpoint of agony and spreading fire. How long since I had been shot? Where was Maggie?
The shadows gave way to bright light, all but blinding me. Behind us I could hear the whisper of trees: Go, go, go they said
Published on August 22, 2013 23:37