Living with the Enemy.
I could hear the heavy footsteps behind me, the breaths of my relentless pursuer growing louder.
As I ran, a bone-chilling howl pierced the air, sending shivers down my spine. It was Salvatore. I knew instinctively that the menacing cry belonged to him. Panic gripped me, urging me to run faster. Doubt tried to creep into my mind, but I refused to give in. I summoned every ounce of strength and resolve, focusing solely on reaching the safety of the main house. My heart pounded as I sprinted, but a sudden stumble caused me to crash to the ground. Determined not to let it hinder my escape, I forced myself back up and continued running.
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