CANDLES AND MIRRORS:
My lungs burned like fire and my heart pounded wildly. Behind me, footsteps bit into the gravel, but I pushed on. He was getting closer! At last, I reached the gate, slipped through and jerked it shut behind me. Chest heaving, I whirled to face my pursuer. One beady eye stared up at me for a second. Then he pecked at something on the ground and strolled nonchalantly back to the barn.For ...
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