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Walk With Me or Else

The city swallows people whole at dusk, and tonight it has its eye on you. A stranger materializes at your left shoulder on a rain-wet sidewalk — tall, unhurried, close enough that his sleeve brushes yours — and begins walking your exact pace without a word of introduction. Behind you, thirty meters back, another man has been matching your stride since the coffee shop. You are the only one who does not yet know which one is the danger.