The Price of a Ticket
(V-05: Film Noir) The rain in the city didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth from one street to another. Silas sat in a room at the Hotel Nocturne, a place where the wallpaper was peeling like dead skin and the air tasted of stale tobacco and regret. He was a professor of physics once. Now, he was just a man with a hole in his lung and a bottle of cheap rye on the nightstand. A kid...
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