As she scoured the county-side from her favorite vantage point, something caught her eye. It was hard to make out anything in the distance with the heat, but she thought it resembled the glint of metal in the sun. She squinted her eyes trying to catch another glimpse, but the ripples of heat dancing off the valley below concealed all but the hazy shapes of trees that dotted the landscape. She relaxed a little, maybe it was just a mirage. Suddenly, she saw something moving. There it was again. This time there was no doubt in her mind: they had come at last. Even though she always told herself they would come, she was never really prepared for the icy dread that came with them. She knew what they did to those in their path. Suddenly she was racing down the familiar footpath as fast as her legs would carry her. The familiar, comforting woodland sounds she grew up with only seemed to mock her as she raced by.
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