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Kes finally stopped running. He had escaped, once and for all, after months of failed attempts and punishments. As he sat down with his satchel of meager possessions, the faraway guards' shouts faded away: leaving Kes alone in silence. He could hear crickets again for the first time in what felt like ages. It was peaceful.

When the chirping grew louder, Kes knew that his peace would be short-lived.

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