Òyì nke e mepụtara

And then he realized something that froze him more than fear ever could. Whatever was following him… was not behind him. It was not ahead. It was inside his shadow. He did not stop running until the forest spat him out at the edge of the village, just as dawn began to break. The golden light of morning should have brought comfort… should have chased away whatever nightmare he had entered. But something was wrong. No one greeted him. No one called his name. Villagers passed by him as thou