Prologue
The burn of summer asphalt against bare feet was painful enough; the shard of glass curving up from the pavement and going into her foot was enough to send her butt dropping down, hitting hard and raising the first round of tears. She looked down, at the green barb protruding from her white heel, and waited until the blood began to well up
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