They wanted to believe there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

The nagging feeling of a few steps more and they would be out, free to roam, free to be themselves no longer looking over their shoulders, no longer listening to the tell-tale steps of the pursuer.

The temptation was to think it was just a matter of time being lost in the labyrinth making up the story of their lives.

Always there had been the sensation that they were not alone, that not far behind lurked the pursuer, intent on taking away from them the one thing they both craved.

Their nemesis left clues as to his presence. The odd note, the gesture he knew where they were, it was more than a matter of time they felt.

When they did see the light they also saw the outline of him. How could he be ahead of them they both wondered? Had they slipped up somewhere?

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