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within, dared her to enter. Taunted her to move into the thick line of trees. Confused by the strange feeling, she tried to push it away, but the feeling intensiﬁed. She inhaled the green scent of the forest, and she knew. Knew with clarity. Knew with certainty. Mario wouldn’t give up. Sooner or later she would face him again. And it wouldn’t be serene, tranquil, or peaceful. Only one of them would walk away. You will not be alone. The words echoed deep within her as if to oﬀer her peace. No peace came. The shadows between the trees danced on the ground. Calling her, beckoning her. To do what, she didn’t know. Trepidation took another lap around her chest. She dug the heels of her shoes deeper into the hard dirt. The heel of her right shoe cracked— an ominous little sound that seemed to punctuate the silence. “Crap!” She stared down at her feet. The one word seemed yanked from the air, leaving nothing but a hum of eeriness. And that’s when she heard it. Someone drew in a raspy breath. While the sound came only at a whisper, she knew that the owner of this breath stood behind her. Stood close. And since no chill of death surrounded her, she knew it wasn’t from the spirit world. The sound came again. Someone fed life-giving air into their lungs. Odd how she now feared the living more than she feared the dead. Her heart thudded to a stop. Much like the grooves left in the earth by her three-inch heels, her growing dread left ruts in her courage. She wasn’t ready. If it was Mario, she wasn’t ready. Whatever it was she needed to do, whatever plan or fate she was destined to follow, she needed more time.
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