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It started with a feeling. An itching between my shoulder blades as though someone was watching me. Someone nearby. Someone bad.
Anyone else might have shrugged it off, told themselves not to be so paranoid, but I was not 'anyone else'. I was me and I had learned long ago not to ignore this feeling. I kept walking, eyes flicking right and left, muscles tense, adrenaline fizzing. If - when - they came, I'd be ready.
It was dusk; the most dangerous time of the day, when the sun was fading and darkness was waking up. Most people think of midnight as the witching hour - they are wrong. Twilight is the worst, when the veil between day and night is thinnest. And today - Midwinter day - it was the thinnest of all.
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