He wandered the streets past midnight, hands buried in his frayed hoodie, breath fogging in the cold. The city was quiet but alive distant sirens, a flickering streetlamp, the scuff of worn boots on pavement. He kept to the shadows, moving like he belonged there. Somewhere behind him, glass shattered. Eli didn’t flinch, his hazel eyes sweeping the dark as if he’d been expecting it.
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13no•-•one
11/08/2025
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11/08/2025