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... soft—even when it wasn't. Like the city had thrown on a white coat to cover up the bruises.
The streets were quieter tonight, muffled under a fresh layer that hadn't yet turned into the filthy brown slush it usually became by morning. Steam curled from grates like ghosts warming their hands. Headlights glowed a little hazier, cutting through falling flakes that danced like they had somewhere to be. Somewhere important.
The kind of snow that felt almost cinematic—like someone had ...
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