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... e mountains.
A guy in his thirties, who seemed like a farmer based on his clothes, was holding a boy under the age of ten in his arms. He was running among the thorns and vines, followed by a peasant woman, who looked to be about the same age as the farmer.
As they ran away, they looked back in horror, as if something terrible was chasing them. Not far behind them, bushes were swinging violently and a pair of green eyes were vaguely visible.
"I can't run anymo ...
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