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I look over the ravine. There's trees all around it and vines hanging into it. I grab a vine and pull it with all my might. This isn't sturdy, I thought to myself. I wouldn't survived. I hear a voice call my name, and I turn around to see when I was pushed down into the ravine. The last thing I see is a hooded figure, running away, as the darkness shrouded my eyes.

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