The Eternal Observer

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The city was a bruised purple, leaking rain and neon. I lived in a room that smelled of old cigarettes and regret, working as a private eye for people who didn't want to be found. I didn't believe in forever. In my line of work, forever is just the time it takes for a bullet to find your heart. Then came the case of the "Glass Soul." A client had hired me to find a missing scientist who had...

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