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<lora:Melissa_McBride_Flux:1> Carol walks with a cautious but steady pace across the barnyard, clad in a well-worn brown hoodie, the sleeves slightly frayed at the cuffs. Her expression is pensive, her short silver-streaked hair slightly disheveled from the breeze. Behind her, a flock of crows pecks at the dry earth near the wooden fence, the atmosphere tinged with an eerie quiet.