Too Late

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Prologue

The man was still laying on his back groaning every now and then when he suddenly reached out his bloody hand and said, "Run. Sav-e you-rsel-f." I rubbed the strangers knuckles and said, "What no! I'm not leaving you. If I leave you'll die!" He shook his head in disapproval and said, "Go! No-w bef-ore it's to-o lat-e."

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