THE BLUE HOUR SHADOWS
The city doesn't sleep; it just waits for the light to fade into that specific shade of dusk—the Blue Hour.
Elias stood at the corner of 5th and Main, the oversized silhouette of his shirt catching the cool evening breeze. It wasn't just a garment; it was his uniform for the underground. The pale blue fabric mirrored the sky just before the stars took over, while the "NOIR" emblem over his heart served as a silent invitation to those who knew where the real stories were told.
In a world of tight fits and loud colors, he preferred the room to breathe and the freedom to disappear into the shadows. As the streetlamps flickered to life, Elias turned up his collar, the relaxed drape of the shirt moving with him like a second skin. Tonight, the city was a mystery, and he was the lead character.
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