The Rain that Never Stops
(V-04: Noir Despair) The city was a smudge of charcoal and neon, drenched in a rain that felt like it was trying to wash the world away. I sat in the back of a dive bar called 'The Rusty Nail', watching the ceiling fan spin like a slow-motion execution. My name is Kane. I used to be the lead theorist for the Department of Energy. Now, I'm a ghost in a trench coat, living in a basement that...
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