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Right Behind You

The world snapped open. Wind tore at my limbs, roaring so loud it erased thought. My hand moved toward the main handle out of habit. Then stopped. Jane never knew when it began. Abby never saw the moment coming. I did. I crossed my arm over my chest and pulled the reserve.

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