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... deciding to let itself be seen.
Low buildings. Faded storefronts. A rusted petrol station sign creaking faintly in the wind. Windows either shattered or boarded. The main street was littered with old flyers that had fused into the asphalt by rain and time, bleached into ghosts of words no one remembered caring about.
Felicity barely registered any of that at first.
Because Damien’s tail had just slid, deliberate and unhurried, over the thin fabric beneath her shorts.
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