The Time to Run

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Prologue

A scream ripped through the night.

In the dark woods of Greenton Ridge, there was a small house. Probably a house only big enough for two people. It wasn't your fairy tale cottage, no it was more like a slaughter house.

The scream came from the house.

If there was anyone passing by, they would have been panicked by the immense fear in that scream.

But no one was passing. No one was there to save a life.

In that house, there was yelling, and finally a loud, deafening bang.

The scream was abruptly cut off.

Only silence followed.

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