|| Mira ||The air hit my face chilly and alive, nothing like the stale silver-tinged air of that room. The smell that infiltrated my nostrils was pine and wet earth. My lungs opened like they'd forgotten they could, and I ran harder.Off the porch and straight into the trees, bare feet in wet grass before the forest swallowed me whole. The light hadn't reached the deep parts yet, just shadow and open space, and I ran toward it because I knew stopping isn't an option. Not because I'd decided anything. Because my body simply wouldn't stop.For the first time in days, the weight on my chest eased. Just eased, not gone, but I knew the difference and I took it."Anya." I pushed into the place inside me where she lived. "We're out. I need you."The pause stretched too long.Then she stirred, slow, like something pulled up from deep water. "I'm here. I'm trying.""Shift. We can't outrun them on two legs.""I’m aware. Just give me a minute."I didn't have a minute, so I ran anyway.Branches
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