I find footprints near the edge of a house, I search each room; as I enter
each room I see a shadow leaving, a door swinging; something; the house
is empty; I come out again convinced that whomever it is is trapped in the

I set fire to the house; not out of malice or fear, but because I want to see who it is.
No one comes out. A large wind drags the fire across the windows, breaking each with a large bang.
Moments later, I am struck by the conviction---that unassailable conviction
that occurs in our dreams---that I was tracking

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