A once-vibrant neon sign, now dark and irrelevant, towered over Liz as she perched on the edge of an abandoned building. Cracks disseminated from the corners and edges of the structure, exposing dark caverns of cold concrete.
Hardly noticeable against an even darker sky, Liz peered through a pair of night-vision bifocals. One hand gripped a shaky railing while the other tucked a strand of wavy violet hair behind her ear.
Rain slapped her back w...
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