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Voices
A girl tiredly walked along the narrow dirt path. She had been walking for a week without sleeping, and she was already half asleep. She looked behind her and sighed with relief. She sat down at the foot of a tree and tried to relax.
"Don't worry, go to sleep." A voice in the back of her mind whispered.
Her eyes were closing, and the world was becoming hazy. She shook her head trying to fight off the approaching sleep.
"I can't sleep", she said out loud to herself. "I don't know if they're coming".
'Why am I talking to myself?" she thought. 'I must really be crazy, just like my village said.'
Lost in these thoughts, and almost asleep, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.
'Strange', as she saw the source of the sounds. 'Last time I checked, it was a mob, not one person who was chasing me.'
As she studied the man, as well as she could when she was almost unconscious, she noticed something else that seemed strange. The tall man was wearing a long black cloak over black clothes. No one from her village ever wore black. Her last conscious thoughts were 'I woder if he'll kill me. Oh well, at least then I'll be with my mother.'