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Samuel staggered towards the street. He leaned against the wall for support, blood dripping from his sweatshirt onto the ground. He did have a knife wound, but it was in a different spot than before; after having his trachea slit only moments ago, he figured the stinging pain was a better trade.
A very tall man looked down the alley, his brown eyes wide as he saw Samuel. Samuel continued pushing forward, slowing down slightly and beginning to feel lightheaded. The man rushed over and caught Samuel as he started to fall to the ground.
“Are you alright?” the man asked, helping Samuel to his feet and staring at the blood dripping from his shirt. “Oh, shit! Okay, hold on, I’ll call an ambulance and see if I can help stop the bleeding.”
“Thanks,” Samuel said weakly. Samuel felt himself beginning to pass out, and the man had seemed to notice. He scooped Samuel up in his arms and hurried out of the alley
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The quiet of the valley had not been quite so disturbed before. While a ploughman forced the oxen onward, drawing a heavy bolt through the uneven ground, children played down by the river. A washerwoman pinned cloth to a line in the open field, and the men took a break outside the pub, sipping rich ales. It was springtime, about to be summer, and all was well in the world. You could have heard your individual breaths on the air, the place was as quiet as the grave.
Then a thump, a skidding sound, kicking up mud and soil, mulchy fallen leaves from last winter, sending the animals scurrying away. The forest was a gnarled, dark place, where the people rarely dared to tread, lest the devil himself take them. And while they might have been as superstitious as anyone else in this time, they more than anyone else had reason to fear the darkness between the thick, ancient tree trunks. Nash landed, undisturbed, in a small clearing. Smeared with soil, and blinking in the bright sunlight, lik