Alone, tired, and terrified of the open world and the limitless hazards of walking through the city park at night, Sandra had no calm this evening. Passing a bench she,, jumped at the sound of movement as a sack of blankets turned to leer at her, revealing an ancient face so rugose she imagined spelunking in its crevices.
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