Courage!
I can't breathe, but if I stop running the shadow will catch me!
No! Not a hill. I can't-
Looking over my right shoulder, I see the shadow reach out to me. It touches my shoulder and I feel cold where it brushed against me.
I turn the corner and stumble up the hill. Halfway to the top, I trip.
Bitter cold claws at my right ankle. I'm spinned onto my back.
The shadow sits on my stomach. It wraps its hands around my neck, stopping my breath.
I sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air.
The day ends. I fight sleep and lose...
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