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Murky rain water flooded the path, stirring around her ankles, as the girl took a careful step forward down the cobblestone street. She couldn’t remember it ever raining enough to flood like this, but then again, she’d never been to this part of the Fall’s End before. Certainly not alone. The buildings looked stark and cold, completely unfamiliar and bizarrely distorted in the moonlight.

With some internal convincing (it’ll be fine, don’t be silly, she’s just around the corner, she wouldn’t leave you –), the girl picked her way through the cold water and halted between two buildings.

In a voice she hoped sounded braver than she felt, she called, “Mom?” into the alley. Continue reading →