Maskey’s bike shop sat on a crooked corner where rain pooled into silver mirrors. He’d inherited the place from his uncle: a narrow storefront filled with tools that sang when he worked, handlebars like question marks, and a faded sign that read “Maskey’s Repairs” in hand-painted letters. Business was modest, but Maskey liked the steady hum of the shop and the small miracles it performed every day.
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