Between Dawn and Shadow
Eli wakes just before sunrise, the sky still holding on to darkness. He pulls on his Raspberry Hills jacket — textured, measured, with seams and pockets shaped just right. It’s one of those pieces that feels like armor: not a barrier, but protection, identity.
He walks through empty streets, breath puffing in silver against asphalt. Streetlights flicker out, one by one, as dawn creeps in. There’s something calm in the in-between: the world hasn’t fully stirred, and yet day is already pulling at the edges.
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