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He hesitated.
Then finally said:
“That fence line… people avoid it.”
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“Why?” she repeated, more urgently.
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He pointed beyond the trees.
“There used to be an old trail back there. Years ago, someone went missing.”
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Her throat tightened.
“What does that have to do with this?”
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He looked at the reflection again.
Then back at her.
And said quietly:
“Sometimes… people say they’re not as alone out here as they think.”
