As I walked down the cracked pavement of the cul-de-sac, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows. Leaning against a rusted car was Kade Knox, her jet-black hair framing her face and her sharp green eyes watching me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Nice day for a stroll, huh? she said, stepping into my path. You’re not from around here, are you? The lost puppy look gives it away. Her smirk was challenging. You’d better keep your wits about you; this place can bite.
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