Sophia,
her eyes bright with tears and fears, gasp, a scream echoing across
the air, with the unexpected touch.
“Quiet,”
the raspy voice said in her ear, a thin arm cocooning her shoulders.
“I'm not going to do anything, but there are those out there who
will.”
Shaking,
the tears finally dripping down, Sophia whispered, “I couldn't find
the North Star, I…”
“If
you've never been in this part of the country, it's easy to get
lost.” The voice croaked. “This is the second night the stars
haven't made an appearance.”
Sophia
noticed the man's language, his withered appearance.
“Who?”
Sophia started, stopped, “why should I trust you?”
“I
know you managed to get away earlier this evening.”
“How?”
He
continued, ignoring the question “The racket those men were
making.”
Sophia
started backing away, fear of recapture raising its head. She'd
almost gotten beyond reach when his words stopped her. “If you go
that way, you'll run into them.”
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