#1) The Image Prompt Writing Challenge: 'The Chimney' | Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog
Eliana could barely see her hand in front of her face, but her feet still knew the way. Childhood games had taught her every turn in the path, every rise, and fall, every root, and rock. Even if she was spotted by the SS, she was confident she could lose them in the dark familiar woods. It was a risk to be sure, but Jacob depended on her.
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