Chapter 86 - CH 84 - The Imperfect Perfection

Spring matured, shedding its tentative green for a confident, lush abundance. The industrial park, once a stark landscape of concrete and steel, now had pockets of determined weeds flowering in cracked pavement, a testament to life's obstinate grace. The shop's large door was often rolled up, letting the warm, oil-scented air mingle with the smell of damp earth and blooming linden trees from a nearby alley.