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…d the pit of Ruth’s stomach, like the flexing of icy fingers. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but she had fallen and was struggling to get up. Her limbs weighed like logs. She knew, without looking over her shoulder, that she was being pursued, and her pursuer could be …
Jacinta Palmer🍂
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Urgh - like in a dream!
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