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Alert to the sounds of my footsteps, and nothing. Dark
and abandoned auroral streets. Hand on the metalwork.

The rustling had stopped me, threatened an ignorance.
Scanned for its source, which stayed unseen. I glanced —

Balled at my feet — the creature calmly disturbed.
It lay on the pavement like a kitten barbed.

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