It was all your fault

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You started it. Stepping on those crunching leaves. Running after that man. It was all your fault.
Footsteps behind you. A person breathing down your neck. Trees looming over you. It was all your fault.
Blood tricking down your face. Things cracking under your step. What did you do?
Looking behind you, a silhouette quivered in distress from the sight of you. What did you do?
Glancing around, a sense of forbidding seemed to fill the air. There is no turning back

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