Author's Point of View

The smell of damp dirt and approaching rain filled the night. The moonlight was hidden by clouds, making the remote meeting place nearly dark. Edith had purposefully picked the spot, away from Steele Pack territory, so that no onlookers could see what was about to happen. She couldn't get rid of the sensation that someone was observing her, though.

She moved silently and fluidly toward the agreed location, the night air heavy with the smell of damp concrete and iron. The structure towered over them, its once-proud steel frame now rusting with age and its shattered windows opening like the eyes of a long-dead beast.

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