The Shadow of the Saint (V-05)
The rain in New York didn't just fall; it drowned the city in a relentless, grey static. I remember the first time I saw him—not as a man, but as a rupture in the world. We were all just scrap, the discarded remnants of the 'Great Reset,' living in the crawlspaces of a city that had evolved past the need for humans. I was a scavenger, a rat in the walls of a chrome cathedral, until the day he...
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