Walking up a pedestrian overpass felt different from walking up a mountain trail. This thought was in Nelmar’s mind every time he used the overpass. He spent close to two years in the city but…
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Walking up a pedestrian overpass felt different from walking up a mountain trail. This thought was in Nelmar’s mind every time he used the overpass. He spent close to two years in the city but…