The Dogs Give Chase
The shadows solidified, her stomach dropping. The dogs hadn’t stayed behind. They sprinted after her, paws pounding in rhythm with the car’s hum.
Somehow, they kept pace, flowing like water over concrete. Abby’s breath quickened as she watched in the rearview mirror. “Insane,” she muttered, pressing harder on the gas. Where, she wondered, was this leading her?
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