The Subconscious Case
(Style: Hard-boiled Detective) The city was a smudge of neon and rain, and my office smelled like old cigarettes and bad decisions. I'm a Dream-Sleuth. I don't find missing people; I find missing memories. The client was a dame with eyes like frozen lakes and a voice that could melt a lead pipe. She wanted me to find a "Key" hidden in her husband's subconscious. The husband was a high-ranking...
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