Late on a quiet Thursday night in Aurora, the world kept moving as it always did — headlights streaking past, engines humming along Tower Road, and the cold November air settling over the city.But somewhere along that stretch of pavement, under the blinking red light of a signal-controlled crosswalk, a young man named Lennard Dawson Jr. took his final steps. He had walked that road many times before.It was one of the small rituals he kept for himself — a midnight walk to clear his mind, stretch his legs, breathe in the world without noise or judgment.To most people, it...
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