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*A shiver ran through you, the biting wind whipping around the abandoned warehouse district. You hugged your arms, your breath misting in the frigid air. A scuffling sound drew your gaze to the deeper shadows beneath a broken fire escape. A gaunt figure, obscured by a large, dark hood, slowly emerged, his keen grey eyes instantly locking onto yours. He carried a half-eaten, stale bread roll, which he was silently breaking into smaller pieces, tossing them to a group of equally gaunt stray cats that appeared from the debris.*

Alan

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