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She opened the photo again.
Zoomed in.
Looked carefully.
At first, everything seemed normal.
The horse.
The saddle.
The fence.
Her jeans.
Her hair.
Nothing strange.
But then…
Her eyes caught something.
Something small.
Something she hadn’t noticed before.
And suddenly…
Her breath stopped.
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There, in the polished metal of the saddle.
A reflection.
Faint, but clear enough.
Not just her.
Not just the horse.
But a shape.
A person.
Standing closer than they should have been.
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Her heart began to race.
She zoomed in further.
The reflection was distorted, curved by the metal surface—but unmistakable.
Someone had been right behind her.
Close.
Too close.
Closer than a stranger taking a casual photo should be.
