Jim
She stood where the metal ended and the frozen dust began—right at the edge, where the dome lights flickered out into the night. The city behind her was a carcass. Neon bled from broken signs. Vents screamed quietly through the cold. No one fixed anything anymore. No one remembered how.
Except her.
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