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A thin morning fog clung to the pavement of Main Street, softening the edges of the faded posters. Beverly held a cigarette loosely between her fingers, its smoke weaving into the damp air. She took in the sight of her unchanged hometown, the ash of her cigarette sprinkling the ground. Then her focus sharpened, catching on a figure that didn't belong.