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No! Of course it wasn’t him.He was dead…buried not more than a few yards away. I could turn to my right and see the disturbed clods of earth that lay atop his body…had I wanted to…
But I couldn’t cross the river, I knew that. It was deep with spring runoff, choked with tree branches and detritus of all kinds. Its current exerted a powerful pull on my legs even where I stood, less than a foot into its body.
If I tried to cross, I might make it…but it’d be more likely that I’d be swept downriver or drown in the attempt.
I stood there, both the water and Hector urging me, tugging at me to come deeper. To break their hypnotic effect, I scrubbed my eyes angrily with the heel of one hand, and phosphenes swam in the air before me, sparkling and nauseous.
But when I opened them again, the shape was still there…except that it had moved slightly…ever so slightly…just a tilt of its head…and my heart expanded until I felt it press against my ribcage, as if it might burst through.
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