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His pace steady, his brow beaded, and with sweat running down his back, Terrence Radcliffe ran along the path through the woods. His chest rose and fell with the effort of keeping his body supplied with the oxygen it needed while his heart thumped a rapid beat. Low hanging branches and bushes that were growing over the path grabbed at him to slow him down and keep him from maintaining the pace he set.
He ignored it all and focused on the path ahead of him, with periodic glances at his watch to make sure he was still on track to finish within the time frame he had set. He ran the same route every day so he knew it well; because of that familiarity he knew something was wrong before he rounded the bend in the path and saw the car at the foot of the slope, its radiator all but embedded i
