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The footsteps are growing louder. They are getting nearer. Now they sound quite close. Closer still. Really close. Still approaching. Now they are not simply close, they are inside me. Will they overtake me and carry on? I hope so. It would mean my salvation. I am no longer sure with which sense I measure distance. For those footsteps are no longer simply close and heavy. They are no longer simply inside me. I am marching with them. I have enlisted.