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The dark woods seemed scary until a glowing lantern lit up our path. We walked ahead slowly. You swore to stay close, a true promise.

The lantern in my hand trembled as my palm turned sweaty. Which was strange, since it was a terribly cold winter night...
But I was scared. Scared, like I've never been up until then.
Scared, because it was nighttime.
Scared, because I was alone.
But above all, scared because what my nemesis had said a couple hours ago had not just been a threat. It had been a clue.
A promise.