The Rain That Remembers
The city of Ouroboros did not have a sun; it had a ceiling of charcoal clouds that leaked a perpetual, oily rain. In Ouroboros, the rain didn't just fall; it erased. It washed away footprints, faded photographs, and, if you stayed in it too long, it began to dissolve the edges of your memory. Detective Silas Thorne operated out of a neon-lit office that smelled of wet wool and stale cigarettes....
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