from the inevitable futures that had been carved out for them long before they had any say
in it. Zade stood near the edge, one hand wrapped around a glass of scotch, the other resting on the cold steel railing. Below them, the city sprawled out in a sea of flickering lights, as


Boston¸ eight years ago ⸺ The night was crisp, the November air biting against the skin,
from the inevitable futures that had been carved out for them long before they had any say
alive at this hour as it was during the day. He barely noticed it. His mind was elsewhere, trapped
He had been watching Zade long enough to know something was off. His friend was usually



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