There was silence all around. The birds had stopped chirping and wind had stopped bustling. It was very still and calm. Even a leaf turned would make a breaking noise so loud. Colorful fall had uncovered the veins of trees. My footsteps briskly touched a thousand leaves with the noise that I could not avoid. This noise started echoing. I did imagine that it was the wind that had started blowing again. I tightened my hood and dug my hands into the warm woolen pockets. In the momentum of my walk, the noise started separating from my footsteps. I was being followed!
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