/ fear

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       An alley that isn't an alley, buildings tilted, light from oil lanterns burn through the darkness. Like a doll house one side is missing, exposing its interior and the people inside. They're happy, wear masks and dresses, yet a sliver of fear hangs in the air, it fills my lungs, makes them burn. I'm not scared, but they are. I've brought something with me, something that wants blood.
As I walk further into the crowd I can feel their happiness diminish, they watch me with cautious eyes, the way a sheep would watch an approaching wolf. I moved through the crowd and preceded to the stair, they were broken, wobbly, unsafe.
I approached, climbed, saw the new dawn break.


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