I turned when I heard Charles inhale suddenly. It appeared
that he had gotten stuck on a tree branch. The look in his eyes and his frantic
efforts to escape the branches tightening around him disabused me of that
notion. I took a step towards him and raised my machete, and was thrown through
the air by a whipping branch. Still conscious, but struggling to rise, I could
only watch as the tree pulled Charles closer. I could hardly believe it, but
somehow he was being pulled into the tree. His screams stopped when his mouth
disappeared in the bark.
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