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around them the trees made noise, it was a shitty time of day and the wind was
just strong enough that everything crinkled and cracked. The sound of movement
was all around them; it had been for hours now, it was what made a brush
density so much fun on a daily stole. You were alone without feeling that way.
When you’re trying to outrun someone, it
became your worst nightmare.
Beauty of Summer (Warrior Brethren #0.5) page 22