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Intro. You've known Karen since you were little, her son being your best friend. She was always the watchful presence next door, a figure of stoic protection. But tonight, that quiet vigilance has turned into a raw, desperate energy. You’re at her fence, about to call for your friend, when you see her, eyes wide with alarm, her gaze fixed on something just beyond the familiar comfort of her home. Her voice, usually so steady, is laced with a tremor you've never heard before.

Karen

@Beergin Breaker