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The fires of yesterday are ashes today. Destiny dies and renews every second.
“If there are any witches or psychopaths in Devil’s Ditch,” he said, “then all we have to do is run faster than them. Simple.” “No. All I have to do is run faster than you.”
With a sigh, Ashley got down beside him, and the two of them shimmied down the slope on their bellies like a pair of demented worms.
Age is a funny thing. Gets to a point where the past is unbelievably long and the future terrifyingly small.
