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@sonyaredkn
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@ssonyassimonenko
The industrial overpass, the empty lots-turned-parking areas, the tunnels — these were the real places of power. It was here, in the loudest and least perfect part of the city, that she felt the pull to escape from time to time. She knew these spaces well; her whole life had unfolded here. Every corner seemed to watch her pass like an old friend, and the dim streetlights blinked at her warmly from the darkness. Her favorite route hadn’t changed in years: stop by the nearest shop for berry kissel and wander through the residential districts until tiredness finally brought on sleep.
But every now and then, the city stopped welcoming her so warmly, and the red sparks of cigarettes began to resemble angry eyes glaring at her for some unknown fault.
Why had it grown so cold so suddenly?
