The Ouroboros Debt (V-11)
The rain in New York always felt like it was trying to wash away the city's sins, but the grime was too deep. I sat in a dim booth at a diner in Queens, watching the neon sign of a nearby laundromat flicker in the window. I was holding a silver coin—a token of the "Eternal Cycle." I had won. I had climbed the ladder, crushed my enemies, and finally secured the secret of the Ouroboros. I was...
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