Herman Rune is sixty-two years old, and he was fifty-seven when he first noticed the man in the crowd below — passing by with no noticeably particular importance. However, as time went on, the man continued to be there. Doing nothing, talking to no one, just there; now, he is always there and getting closer.
It all started so simply — an unintentional observation. A memory from years ago that seemed to bubble up out of nowhere when Herman saw the figure again. The man had but one unusual characteristic, he walked with a cane, strange for such a young man.
“I’ve seen him, probably, seven or eight times now,” Herman said.
“Well, what do you make of it? Do you think he’s watching you?” Robert said curiously.
Herman rubbed his eyebrows and let out a tired sigh. “I’m not sure Robert. I can’t help but feel that every time…
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