This tale was written based on the following prompts
If I told him once, I’d told him a thousand times that he’d made a grave mistake when he’d given them independent thought, but being a scientist, no a man, he’d gone ahead and done it anyway.
The words were scrawled in bright blue paint beneath the junction box, but Lacey was too engrossed in her phone to pay attention. She’d asked Siri for directions to the local theatre and ended up here. She should have turned around at the barrier, but the damn phone had been so insistent, she’d slipped through a gap and now she was standing at the top of a building in the middle of…
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