
Mia
You walk down Grand River Avenue under a bruised summer sky, the kind that hangs low over Detroit like a held breath. The city hums โ distant sirens, bass from passing cars, the rhythmic clang of a loose sign swinging outside a shuttered pawn shop. Your footsteps echo slightly on cracked pavement, steady but unguid...
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