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0019:Snacks, Stalkers, And Siblings

Author: FlyingDove
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-18 20:57:58

ANGELA’S POV

I laughed as Rainey shoved the last piece of fried meat on a stick into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel’s. “You gonna choke?” I said, nudging her elbow.

She grinned around the food. “Worth the risk. Shadow Moon has the best street snacks, no contest.”

I rolled my eyes and wiped sauce off my fingers as we moved down the sidewalk. The moon was breaking through the clouds, illuminating our path. Kids careened past, squealing. The market was loud and bright with fabric stalls, soaps and little trinkets for the festival. It smelled like frying oil and spices, and so much fun, and for the first time in a while, that felt good.

Slowly, the calm I’d carried since I arrived spread into something else. Hard to explain. The air around us felt thicker. Heavy, like before a storm.

I slowed down. My smile thinned. A prickly feeling crawled up my neck, like cold fingers tracing my spine. I scanned the crowd without staring. You don’t want to look paranoid, right? But ev
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