they ran in fear not knowing what rose from the ground as swift as a fall wind. it moved soundlessly.the children ran from a phantom of the forest.in apperance as a pile of leaves but much more than their fledging eyes could perceve.they fled the shadows of the forest for the sunny meadow.not to return in fear of the phantom that rose from the ground.
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