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She hurried down the slick sidewalk, trying to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. She frequently glanced over her shoulder and was keenly aware of her surroundings; her senses felt magnified tenfold in the sharp cold winter air in Austijen. Although she was careful not to draw attention to herself, her attempts seemed useless this late in the night, for there was no one out in the street. Probably all warm and asleep in their beds, she thought to herself. Still, she knew she could take no chances, and was pleased that she had decided to wear her leather boots that day - they were warm, yes, but more importantly, they had been worn so often that they made virtually no sound as she tread carefully through puddles.