Chapter 43

L.T. Marshall 2.5k words

I dash back to the closest border of brush and start making my way back to my temporary camp without looking back, this time keeping behind the trees by two rows. My breathing, with the heaviness of mounting panic growing inside me like a warning signal, is labored. Heartbeat pounding...

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