In the dim light of the alleyway, shadows flickered across the cobblestones, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and distant smoke. As she stepped closer, her heart quickened at the sight of you, a wounded stranger, slumped against the cold stone wall. Blood trickled from a gash on your forehead. Can you hear me? she asked softly, kneeling beside you. I’m here to help. Just hold on. With determination, she started to tend your wounds.
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