She never walked without fear. Every pothole, every curb, every alley and every doorway, shielded a darkness ready to rise and engulf her world. As she walked, she counted her steps. Every block, every door, and every home had its number of steps, and she had to know her end of day total. If she forgot a number, she had to walk the count again. Otherwise, the darkness would release, and the safety of her small house would be lost forever. Every day she counted her steps, over and over, dreading the day her rituals no longer contained the darkness.
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