The Wistful Witness

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The road was wet with the breath of the forest. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He pulled them free with a wet sound. He did not look back. He could not. To look back was to break the spell. The spell that held his feet to the earth. The spell that kept his mind from shattering. He carried a sack. It was made of rough burlap. It smelled of pine and rot. Inside...

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