The Price of the Neon Crown
The rain in the city of Nocturne didn't fall; it drifted, a fine mist of chemical runoff and neon light. Detective Elias leaned against a brick wall, the collar of his trench coat turned up against the chill. He lit a cigarette, the orange glow the only warm thing in a world of electric blue and cold violet. Elias had been the city's "Fixer" for a decade. When the mayor had a problem that...
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