The Gray Lie
(V-11: Noir Detective) The rain in the City of Glass didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the neon lights into long, bleeding streaks of magenta and cyan. Detective Miller sat in his office, the only sound the rhythmic drip of a leaky pipe and the slow burn of a cheap cigar. The City was a miracle. A century ago, the "Ash-Mist" had devoured the continents, leaving only this single,...
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