The swoop of wings. The scratching of claws on wood. Anabelle's feet pounded but she had to keep running. She dodged trees, desperately searching for a sign of the road she had lost. A mucousy hiss sounded behind her, and there were suddenly talons tugging at her back, grabbing onto her shirt. She screamed.
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