Prologue

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She looked over her shoulder as she ran. She looked at the man that she had once loved and cherished. She ran in fear, not for herself but for the tiny baby she held in her arms. The child let out a small wail and squirmed in her embrace.

The woman could no longer hear her pursuer. She ducked into the woods and ran faster than she thought possible. All she could see in sight were trees upon trees. The woman saw a light flicker in the dark and sprinted toward it. A cabin stood in front of her. She looked into the window and saw a man building a fire.she took on last look at her baby and placed her on the cabins steps. She knocked on the door and ran in the other direction. 

The man opens the door and looked into the woods, when he found nothing he looked to the small baby now crying on the cabins steps. He knelt and picked up the baby. As he turned to walk inside he heard a loud gunshot pierce the night followed by a mournful howl. As the howl died down he turned, walked into the cabin, and locked the door. 

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