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Prey
A short story (part one)
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“Dogs are wolves who went astray.”
-Anonymous writer
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The tall man walked beneath the dense blanket of bronze-colored leaves in silence, a silence so utterly full it echoed through the woods. His path was lit by scattered rays of the golden sun, most of which failed to pierce through the cold shadows cast by the old leafy giants. The ground beneath the soles of his boot-clad feet was soft yet dull. As dull as the trees and foliage spread around him, as dull as the random squeaks of several tiny birds gliding overhead, as dull as the very expression marring his face.
Micah, for that was the man's name, a name given to him by a man now dead, a name by which very few people knew him, a name that tied him to his path. To the rest of the world, he was but an outsider, a depthless mirage, a sad, lonely man.
He was barely twenty-four winters old, yet his measured stride and careful balance spoke of a man far older and far more experienced in the act of living. His dark grey eyes stared ahead as he moved silently through the forest, dodging the odd branch, twig, and root, yet he saw nothing but the memory of a little girl in the last moments of her life.
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