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Lisbeth looked back but kept running. No one was there. The barn was close by and trees were beyond that. She knew just where to hide in the woods. She panted, muscles straining. The little book was safe in her apron pocket. Just a few more strides— That’s all Lisbeth could remember. How long she had lain there in the woods she did not know, but the shadows were longer than they had been. She leaned on her elbows to sit up. The trees, bushes, and barn began to spin around her. Her head hurt...