As I ran, my heart pounding, thunder cracked overhead and I looked back to see if he was close behind. But no. There was nothing. Only the vast expense of the green meadow shadowed by the great graying sky. Unless he was somehow cloaked, not visible to the naked eye. I wouldn't put it past him to pull something like that. So I ran, still, though my lungs burned and my legs wanted to give, and it seemed my heart would pound my straight out of my chest.
And when the building came into sight, I pushed into a sprint so full of the strength in my body it seemed I could fly.
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