The Echoes of Detroit
The sky over Detroit was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the soot of a thousand dead factories. Marcus Reed walked through the ruins of the New Center area, his footsteps echoing in the hollow shells of skyscrapers. He was a detective, but he felt like a ghost. The return had been a cruel joke. To bring Marcus back, the Overseer had performed a "memory sweep" on the reality he entered....
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