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Chapter 91 Concrete and Neon

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The scent of pine was entirely gone, replaced by the choking reek of exhaust fumes, hot asphalt, and old rain.

Thalia sat in the idling truck, her fingers tapping a restless, erratic rhythm against the worn leather of the steering wheel. Through the cracked windshield, the city skyline loomed like a jagged wall of concrete and glass. Neon signs from 24-hour diners and liquor stores bled harsh reds and buzzing blues across the wet pavement, reflecting off the dark puddles.

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