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The Choice of Two Worlds
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2026-02-26 12:00:38The drive back to West Miami was a nightmare. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the city in a purple twilight. As I drove the Corolla through the traffic on 8th Street, I felt a sensation crawling up the back of my neck, the same feeling I had in the garage when Cane watched me from the shadows.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror. A black sedan was three cars back. It had been there since I left the industrial district. I changed lanes; it changed lanes. I took
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