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Watchtower Chapter 5

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Tate clambered down the mountainside, pulling on his shirt as he ran. He could hear Wyatt’s heavy footfalls just behind him. For a second, Tate imagined what it would be like to be chased through the forest by a giant hot on his tail. He didn’t have long to linger on the thought though, as he was soon approaching the column of smoke that rose up in front of him.
The fire was about fifty yards uphill from the lake shore, and had spread to from a central inferno to the surrounding trees, bushes and dry grass.
The smoke filled Tate’s lungs as he tried to get down wind of the cloud in order to see what had caused the fire. Hopping from boulder to boulder, he managed to circle the flames, until he came to a large felled tree with no branches. While the other trees had burnt and splintered at the base, this one had been chopped down with an axe, though the flames were quickly destroying the evidence.
“You found something?” Wyatt called through the smoke, bounding after him while shielding his mouth with his collar.

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