The Debt of Souls
The rain in the city of Neon-Silt always tasted of copper and ozone. Marcus leaned against a rusted railing, watching the holographic advertisements for "Eternal Peace" flicker in the smog. He was a Cleaner, a man paid to facilitate the transition of souls from the physical world to the Star-Covenant. The Covenant was the only way to survive. The high-dwellers had made a deal with the entities...
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