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The air was still, the sky empty, in the middle of the deserted field was a single old oak tree whose leaves had withered without any intentions of budding. The long grass met the black abysses in a perfect horizon and out of it swept a shiny crow, who gently rested on one of the many hollow branches.
A loud bang followed the crow and a shadow appeared, the shadow stopped for a moment to catch its breath and then continued to run never looking towards the bright lights over his shoulder. Although it was at least a mile, his legs devoured the landscape meaning he only stopped once he reached the tree, hi
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