She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. “Not at all. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John.
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