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The Grey Man stood on the edge of the field, watching me. I’d seen his kind before—waiting and watching with the unblinking stillness of a snake. I called them ‘Grey Men’ because their skin was just that, grey and leathery. They were all tall and rail-thin, hunched forward with sunken eyes fixed on me.
I hadn’t seen one in almost a year, but it didn’t surprise me that one was stalking me now, when I was out at the market. In the past, they showed themselves when I was alone, without protection.
I wasn’t alone anymore.
Swallowing hard, I ducked between the rows of market stalls, putting distance between myself and the Grey Man. He might follow me, but he’d keep to the edge of the market. As long as I didn’t stray from the populated field, he wouldn’t come close.
My twin sister’s head
