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"I need to hide it now!!!" Quietly yelled the man as he avoided the men and dogs that were hunting him through the graveyard. They didn't understand that he was not the one who had killed vast numbers of people. It was something else entirely. He had hoped that people would overlook who he was in this town due to the great death that scourged the land. He could not however, bring himself to destroy it. He very quickly dug a small hole behind a headstone and put the bag inside. Once he was sure that it was deep enough, he covered it again with dirt and ran in the other direction. He knew he would be run down. He just had to get far enough away so that they couldn't find it.

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