I thought by leaving town, getting some fresh air, taking a trail through the limestone cliffs, I’d shake her. No dice. Overdressed for the mud and moss, purse in hand, that absurd feather sprouting from her hat, she rounded the bend, like she had some business being here—in this time, this dimension, this plane of existence...
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