They thought it was dead. A shapeless mound on the roadside, crawling with flies and heat, something you swerve around and forget. Only when the “wig” tried to stand did horror turn into disbelief. Beneath the moving mat of hair, a single eye begged for help, every step a silent scream, every breath trapped under layers of neglec… Continues…
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