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The sky was deep twilight blue with only a few faint stars visible overhead, leaving the houses on this suburban street as blocky shadows, sentinels that stood watch over a road illuminated by street lamps. A group of teenage boys road past on bicycles, each one intently focused on getting somewhere quickly.
It was a cute little neighbourhood, the picturesque setting that everyone imagined whenever they thought of what had once been called the American Dream. That was why he felt so out of place here.
Harry paced up the sidewalk with his hands in his jacket pocket, his eyes fixed on his shoes. Can you recall a time when this had been all you wanted out of life? he asked himself. It wasn't that long ago.
That, of course, had been before Denario Tarse had brought alien technology into
