The Zero-Sum Sun
(Variant V-03: Film Noir) The Far East Isle was a jagged tooth of rock sticking out of a sea the color of a bruised plum. It smelled of salt, old grease, and the kind of desperation that doesn't wash off. Julian stepped off the boat and felt the cold wind cut through his trench coat like a debt collector. He was looking for the Stoker. The man was a legend in the gutters of the city—the only...
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