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Parking Lot Theology

작가: Jubilee Moores
last update 게시일: 2026-03-30 09:38:43

POV: Kensei

The snow was coming down soft and steady.

Kensei stood with his back against the passenger door of his SUV and his arms folded across his chest and watched it fall. The parking lot lights caught the flakes on the way down, turning them briefly brilliant before they joined the general accumulation on the ground, and the effect was peaceful in the way that things sometimes were peaceful when everything around them was not.

Shane was talking. Shane had been talking since approximately
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