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MARIANA

The next day, the feeling of being watched still clung to me like a shadow I couldn't shake.

Even at the bookshop, where I normally felt safe, I found myself glancing over my shoulder constantly, waiting for something to happen.

Or someone to appear.

It was ridiculous.

He was just a man, a customer who had wandered into the shop.

But his presence had stuck with me, like a stain I couldn't scrub away.

I tried to focus on my work, stacking books and arranging the new arrivals, but my mind kept drifting.

Every time the bell above the door rang, my heart jumped, half-expecting to see him standing there again.

Dark eyes.

Quiet presence.

That unsettling calmness that seemed to swallow up the room.

But the hours passed, and he didn't come.

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