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... ver his face. He thinks I’m saving him.
I don’t run away. I lunge forward, throwing my arms open as if to embrace a long-lost brother.
He smiles, confused, extending his hand.
At the last fraction of a second, I drop.
I throw my weight down, twisting my body into a desperate roll through the mud.
*Slash.*
I’m fast, but not fast enough.
The vine meant for my neck grazes my back. It’s not a blunt impact; it’s a razor. I feel the bark t ...
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