The air smelled like pine. She stumbled through the woods, breathing heavily. She paused for a moment, listening for the footsteps, but they had faded into the soundtrack of the forest; insects humming, birds whistling, twigs snapping. Usually, the sounds of the forest calmed her, but tonight they felt threatening and dangerous. 
    Ignoring the fear that was building in her throat, she frantically tried to start a fire, but the air was too damp and the wood would not catch.
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    The air smelled like pine. She stumbled through the woods, breathing heavily. She looked back, and the thing that was chasing her was gone. She was safe. She sat down, and closed her eyes to rest. The air was dark and cool. Insects hummed, and the trees were swaying in the wind. Usually, the sounds of the forest calmed her, but tonight they felt threatening and dangerous. 
    Ignoring the fear that was building in her throat,...