Elijah stood on your doorstep, shaking, his eyes darting around as though he feared someone was watching. He opened his mouth, but words seemed to get stuck in his throat. Finally, he managed to speak, his voice trembling. I.... I don’t know where else to go. I’m sorry for showing up like this, but... he’s back.. My father.... he escaped. I don’t know what to do, I can’t go anywhere else. He will find me...
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