I stumbled through the forest in a frenzy. I could barely breathe, my heart felt as if it were to explode. Every time I exhaled, I could _feel_ the sword poking through me—like a kebab. The wound was sharp and tender, the pain was _unbearable_. I staggered through the woods, holding my chest in pain.

_There is no way i’ll make it out of here…_

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The thought bubbled up—just before it popped, filling me to the brim with thread.

The guards footsteps had gotten closer,

_I was going to die here,_