Sweaty palms held tight on his warm set of keys. His heartbeat went faster, he could hear it. He could feel it. Footsteps could be heard a few metres away, but look back and it was nothing but darkness. Fog seemed to swirl up from the ground as steam rises from hot food. Keep going, keep going. he told himself, but what was the point. He knew he'd be caught. All his senses focused on his pursuer. It was when he poked around the edge of the key hole that he heard a voice from behind him. "Hand me the keys," it said. "And no harm done." The voice was male, nothing distinct about it. The owner of the much needed item, trembled and turned. Whimpering, he held out his shaky hand and the keys slowly slid into the other's palm.
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