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"Fear dogged her through the forest, though she raced to keep ahead of it.  Icy air blasted her tiny frame until her whole body grew painfully numb and her cheeks burned to a rosy red.   All around her an echo of alarm whispered through branches naked and skeletal.  The pines shouted a ringing cry through agitated needles. . . . "

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