The Distant Promise

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The mud sucked at his boots. Leo ran. His lungs burned. The rain fell hard. It was a cold rain. It cut like glass. He looked back. The shadows moved. They were fast. They were many. Leo did not stop. He could not stop. He held the box. It was heavy. It was iron. It was cold. It was his father’s. The forest was dark. The trees were old. The roots tripped him. He fell. He slid. The mud was...

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