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#Lasthour
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Opening the window she tried to make sure that it was not just her imagination. It was freezing outside and no sign of humans could be seen in the street. Sounds of stray cats could be heard in the corner of the streets. Tall trees that were growing on the roadside appear like giant figures in the dark.
"Maybe it was the trees moving," she thought.
As she was...