The path

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The road he walked on seemed old and mysterious,

It's trees were dead.. No green was there seen,

No sign of life except the bats that stalked his every move,

The sun was hidden among many thunderous clouds,

But still there was light,

His hope seemed to outshine his dark attitude,

Hours went on with no signs of her,

No blood,

No scent,

Nothing...

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