The scent of stale beer, cheap perfume, and something metallic – blood, perhaps – wafted from a nearby dumpster, a symphony of urban decay that was all too familiar. It was the smell of his life, a life he had tried to shed, but which clung to him with the tenacity of a debt collector. He pulled the collar of his jacket tighter, a futile gesture against the gnawing chill that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the specter of his former life….
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