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No Trespassing
- Ben Rogerson
- Jul 24, 2015
- 1 min read
NO TRESPASSING. The sign hangs between two trees. She pushes herself through the underbrush, staying to the path the best she can.The fading light guides her. She tucks her head and pushes through the brush into a clearing. Three targets lay torn and battered. An arrow sticks from one. She yanks it free.In the near distance, the peak of a roof pokes through the canopy of trees. Bushes and saplings swallow her. Thorns dig into her bare arms. Darkness falls.
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