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"Hold the lantern higher!" The Lightkeepr growled. "If you can't see where you're going, you're dead, you hear?"
The gangly boy gave a crooked nod. "Yessir."
"The moment you strike that match, there's light and if there's light, then what do you think happens?"
"T-they see you?"
"They don't just see you, lad. They know where you are. They can see all of you and now they have something to track, so when you're walking, hold the lantern high. The only chance of survival you have is if you see them first."
"W-what happens if I don't, sir?" He licked his lips.
"Then it's too bad, isn't it?" The Lightkeeper shuffled on, his own lantern held up high over his head, the scruffy hat on his head bobbing as he looked from side to side. "Hurry up, boy! Haven't got all night to waste wandering around here..."
(C) Sara Harricharan