Prolouge

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        I was running. The forest was blurring as I ran past. Shots rang out. Pain seared up my arm which made me stumble. I knew if I slowed down I was a dead man. I saw the tree I needed. I put on a burst of speed as it came closer. Finally I passed through the tree as a hand grabbed my injured arm. I let out a scream.

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