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... ched the ground, asphalt rippled outward, painting itself under my step like ink flowing across blank paper.
Street lamps flickered into existence one by one.
Not illuminating the road.
Creating it.
The world wasn’t moving us forward.
We were moving the world.
The girl walked beside me, matching her steps to mine like a shadow that refused to fall behind.
Her voice was small in the expanding silence.
"Are we... writ ...
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