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She walked this very path, that morning; clutching the umbrella in her hands, hurrying through her daily errands.
This short-cut was prohibited, and warned off for civilians; too many rumours floated abound especially about that particular time.
Getting late, as she was that day, that lane was her fate she had to take; ignoring rumours strife.
Unawares of the ‘portal’ time, she walked in a hurry, slowly noticing weird changes happening around.
As she walked fast, the portal slowly opened wide, sucking her in before she could escape; the rumours came true ~ only her umbrella escaped, broken and left forgotten.
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