The morning sun barely touched the college courtyard, painting the paths with a soft golden hue. Students trickled in slowly, some chatting in clusters, others hurrying to their classes.
Anamika walked briskly, hood up, clutching her books. The memory of yesterday’s stumble and the strange shadow still lingered, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—had been watching her.
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