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                    “   –––––   I know you’re  there.   ”     The  thunderous  crack of a branch in the darkness, the faintest rustle of leaves; there is movement beyond the pinewood, a quiet figure,  shrouded  in shadow.   Her nerves are  steel-wrought,  tone  unshaken,  lithe fingers slowly seeking out the clasp at the base of her neck.   A simple precaution, should her  clandestine  company be out for  trouble.   “   You might as well come out.   ”