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Author P.O.V.
Meanwhile, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina......located in a neighborhood called Sherwood Forest
In Winston-Salem, the night was just an absence of light.
It was a heavy, inky cloak that seemed to drink the glow from the streetlights along with the cobblestone streets of Old Salem.
A silent, watchful entity, the darkness hung in the air like a thick damp fog making the historical buildings seem to hunch over the pavement, their white facades reduced to ghostly suggestions.
The air was still, a quiet that amplified the small sounds: the distant hum of traffic on Salem Parkway, a long siren wailing its urgent song across the city, the soft scuff of a dry leaf
