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The Midnight Chase
In shadows deep, the night is still,
A whispering wind, a ghostly chill.
Footsteps echo on cobblestone,
A heartbeat quickens, fear unknown.
A figure lurks in the alleyway,
Eyes that gleam like a hunter’s prey.
Breath held tight, a silent plea,
The darkness thickens, no place to flee.
A twist of fate, a sudden turn,
The hunted becomes the one to burn.
In the midnight chase, the truth unfolds,
A tale of terror, yet untold.
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