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A Rustle
At first, he dismissed the feeling as paranoia, the result of an overactive imagination fueled by the day’s events. But as he continued on his path, the sensation grew stronger, more insistent. He paused, scanning his surroundings, searching for any sign of movement among the trees. For a moment, all was still—until a sudden rustle in the underbrush made him jump.
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