I walked along the edge of a stream. Even though it was midnight, I wasn’t worried. I was the only one for miles around. No one ever came into this glade, they all thought it was haunted by the spirit of a girl who had been murdered 1,000 years ago. Of course, that ghost was me, though I’m not a ghost at all.

As I neared a small waterfall, I heard the sound of crunching leaves and twigs, and I knew it couldn’t be me, for I took great care to walk silently. It sounded like heavy boots, two pairs of them, two people. Presently, I heard two male voices. I hid behind a thick oak tree as two men stepped into view.

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