PREVIEW
... reet just after the morning rush.
The shopping district had begun to quiet, the tide of office workers already swept into their buildings, leaving only the scattered rhythm of delivery carts and the occasional pedestrian sipping coffee.
He walked alone, hands in his pockets, savoring the rare feeling of motion. Real motion. Pavement beneath his shoes, sunlight broken by skyscraper shadows. He liked this part of his day—not because it was exciting, but because it kept him from van ...
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