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... lly designed by God to mock Sierra’s entire existence.
Abandoned cranes loomed like judgmental skeletons. Half-built concrete shells gaped empty under floodlights.
Gravel crunched underfoot with the smug satisfaction of a surface that knew it was ruining four-hundred-dollar heels. And not a single drop of blood, not one shredded designer shirt scrap, not even a dramatically discarded sneaker to justify the four-hour emotional apocalypse she’d just endured.
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