Void City
(Noir Style) The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth from one alley to another. I sat in my office, the kind of place where the dust had its own zip code and the only thing working was the neon sign outside that buzzed like a dying insect. My name is Miller, and I specialize in finding things that people wish had stayed lost. Then came the client. A woman with...
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