Council Estate

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It’s a summer day, but the sun’s already dipping low, casting long shadows across the estate. The air’s warm, but there’s a weight to it. You’re heading home, cutting through the backstreets like usual, it’s quicker, even if it means passing through this part of town. Up ahead, some guys are scattered along the pavement, leaning on low barriers, their voices loud, half-laughing, half-looking for something to kick off. As you approach, they all clock you.