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I sagged against the tree, knocking a hand against my chest and feeling like I was about to pass out before I heard Mary stop some ways ahead of me.

I sagged against the tree, knocking a hand against my chest and feeling like I was about to pass out before I heard Mary stop some ways ahead of me.

“I can't stop, I can't go any further,” I wheezed, panting as I leaned against the rough bark of the tree, relieving the hot aching in my thighs and the tension in the back of my legs.

I watched the pixie-haired woman glance around the boulder of the...