The lights from the house faded as Parker ran deeper into the trees. His breath was labored. His legs pumped beneath him, propelling him forward, more and more every second. He could barely see where he was going, but that didn’t matter. His feet knew the way. How many times had he prepared for this day? More than he could count.
Would it be enough?
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