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SEVENTEEN

ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ

Flashback.

Heavy pairs of feet thudded as I continued to run, the gravel under the scorchimg sun was nothing but an addition in my struggle to escape. The deserted road was deprived of an aid, someone who could ward off these murderous people. Why are they following me?

Abruptly a blurry image of man appeared from the very direction I was running to as I stumbled to a stop. My breathing ragged, the burning in my lungs and hightened rhythm against my ribs had me gasping for air.

Where do you think you were escaping? - echoed a heavily accented voice through my mind.

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