Brimworld
Her gaze found the faded sign swinging in the breeze: Brimworld Fabric and Tailoring. The factory-like building towered above, bricks darkened with neglect.
The letters were worn, barely legible, clinging to a forgotten past. Abby’s lips pressed into a line. The address matched perfectly. This was it. Yet the place looked less like an answer, more like a trap.
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