The Harbinger's Lie
(Variant V-04: Film Noir) The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the neon lights across the asphalt like a cheap watercolor painting of a nightmare. I sat in my office, the kind of place where the dust had its own zip code and the only thing that worked consistently was the leak in the ceiling. My name is Silas Vance, and I deal in the things people want to forget....
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