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I sat perched on a low-hanging limb of a black walnut tree, crushing a walnut in my palm. The tree was near the pack's border, several miles separating me from freedom. I could faintly hear the rehearsed marching of the distant patrols, ignorant of dangers lurking nearby. From my left, the hardly ma...

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