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‘Why are you lying here?’

Startled by the question, he peers towards the source of the traveller’s voice, lost in the gloom.

‘Are you still here?’ he asks.

‘I’m still here,’ comes the reply.

‘Why? What do you want from me?’

‘I’ll go when you do.’

‘Where do you come from?’ he asks.

‘From far away,’ says the traveller. ‘But I’m going back this evening.’

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