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They were humans, but not as we know them. They walked among us, hiding in plain sight, yet remaining forever beyond our grasp. Their presence was a whispered rumor, a ghostly shadow that haunted the fringes of society. We couldn't quite put our finger on it, but something about them seemed off. A flicker of uncertainty in their eyes, a hint of madness in their smiles. They were humans, but not like us.