In the Darkness of City Blocks
The elevator button, the smooth movement down, the rustling of the front door, fresh air in the face, a deep breath, a smile, moving forward into the expanses of the morning city.
The day turned out to be extremely successful, a warm breeze played with the edges of the clothes, pulling it in different directions. Conrod stood looking at the central square of the city, leaning his hands on a massive cast-iron fence. He peered into the distance, trying to make out people walking on the opposite side of the square, which turned out badly for him. Very few people in the morning. Skateboarding teenagers, an elderly couple feeding pigeons with bread, a few pensive passers-by, two men arguing inten
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