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A Growing Fear

By the end of the day, Carla stood at the edge again. The crowd had thinned, but a few diehards remained, watching. One kid asked, “What if it keeps growing?” Carla didn’t answer. She didn’t know how. Instead, she looked down into the shadows and wondered what was truly beneath their feet. The worst part wasn’t what she saw. It was what she felt.
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