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Thirty-Two
Stella Lockheed It felt as though I was inside one of those dumb thriller movies. Shock and horror dawned on me like a sudden storm, sweeping away any trace of irritation or annoyance. My heart raced in my chest, thudding so hard that I could feel it in my ears. I was frightened, truly and deeply frightened by the sight that lay before me. A dead body. Even though the alley was cloaked in shadows, and the dim light struggled to pierce through the darkness, I knew. I knew with a gut-wrenching certainty that it was a dead body lying there. Panic surged through me, making my thoughts whirl like leaves caught in a wild gust of wind. My mind raced to identify who it might be, but the darkness and the shock distorted my perception. I couldn't recognize the figure, and my brain felt like it
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