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Shelby McCoy walked the same snowy path through the park that she walked every Monday morning after gym class, but today it felt much different than the other times. Something was off, a restlessness causing such unease she stopped for a moment and scanned the area around her. She saw no one, heard no one, yet a discomforting feeling like she was being watched consumed her. Troubled, she kept her eye on her destination and picked up the pace. The brittle winter air scratched against her skin like sandpaper, chilling her to the core. She pulled the scarf around her neck
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