Sheffield wandering…

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TEXT: Petra had the only key to the door at the top of the building. When everyone clocked off, the step clicks petered out around half five. Voices were sparse, and the machines hummed quietly. She would ascend, and with a hot tea in her left hand, open the door with her right, and watch the heavy sun cast a glow over the industrial estate. Thirty minutes of peace, her time.