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... —heel, arch, toe. Average size. The kind that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. But it told a story more than the pictures ever could. Because this... this was real-time. This was recent. This was the moment the curtain dropped and the stagehands scrambled behind the scenes.
I rose to my feet, scanning the alley once more. Nothing. No cigarette butts, no fibers, no dropped tools or bent nails. Just a shallow dent in the earth, framed by a loose halo of disturbed soil and brittle leaves.
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