As the siren whaled across the river and the changing fall field, Bobby and Debbie abandoned their tire swing on the gnarly tree just outside the farmhouse backdoor. Searching for any shelter or respite from the danger, they pumped their legs until they could no longer keep up. Alone, they descended the abandoned stairwell into the unknown, praying for comfort. It was then they realized that they had been holding their breath the entire time.
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