Amid the sea of black coats and sunglasses, I hear the bloodcurdling war cry from the crowd: they’re coming.
“The brittle air feels icy against my face, and I can hear the wind whistling around quaint buildings that look like they came straight out of a Hallmark movie. My heart flutters: I’m really here! I didn’t know I was already a marked target.”
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