The Probability Debt
(V-04: Film Noir) 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 neon sign of the "Blue Note" across the street blinking like a dying heart. My name is Miller, and I have a gift that is more of a curse: I can tilt the scales. If I want a locked door to be open, it is. If I want a bullet to miss my heart by an inch, it...
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