The Lost: Part 1
It wasn’t in dark alleys; it wasn’t in mysterious rooms.
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One moment they’re there and the next they’re gone.
I remember seeing one with my own eyes, a woman walking down the street in front of me. All it took was a step, one step forward and she was gone, vanished into thin air. Not a wrong step, no. I’d seen people walk on that exact spot and nothing had happened. It was as if she’d never been there, no magic puff of smoke, no scream.
Just. Gone.






