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I can’t stop. I have to keep going. If, even for a moment, I slow down, they’ll catch up with me. They’ll overtake me and that will be that. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t running, faster and faster, not daring to look over my shoulder for fear of what’s there. So I keep going, not stopping, not pausing for breath and completely alone. No one could keep up with me now, I’ve been running for so long it feels like the Earth is spinning beneath my feet. I’m moving so fast I’m standing still and everything else is a blur.

But it won’t do any good. There is no escape. One day I’ll tire, or trip or just grow old and then my thoughts and memories, my past, will overtake for good. They’ll have caught me and there’ll be nothing I can do. I’ll be consumed.