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She hurried through the deserted streets, feeling the sinister presence that haunted her week after week.
An amorphous figure denser than the darkness itself, standing at an unsettling distance.
That night, the cold chilled her bones. She turned sharply into an alley, but it was empty. Then he heard it: an icy whisper, as if the shadow itself were speaking.
-Why are you following me? -she cried out in despair.
A dry laugh echoed in the gloom and an icy hand rested on her shoulder. She screamed, but saw only her own shadow cast on the wall.
She tried to flee, but the air became thick, as if something invisible held her down.
She fell, gasping, and then she understood: the shadow was not chasing her...it was part of herself.
Since her husband's death, she had carried a devouring guilt, darkening her soul until it materialized into a sinister presence.
The shadow enveloped her completely.
The next morning, only her terrified body remained in the alley. No one knew what dark secret had consumed her.