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... turned back to the bench where the old woman had been sitting.
And froze.
The bench was empty.
No old woman.
No cane.
No shadow.
Only a cold, silent wooden bench remained.
"Someone you know?" Demian asked, his brow furrowed, his voice low and wary.
Valerie stood motionless, her heart once again pounding unevenly. Her gaze swept through the narrow alley, the end of it, the worn doors, the unmoving shadows.
She swallowed.
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