The Rain that Never Ends
(V-05: Film Noir) The city was a smudge of neon and charcoal, and the rain felt like a thousand needles trying to sew me into the pavement. My name is Miller, and I specialize in the kind of disappearances that don't happen in the physical world. I have the 'Sift.' It's a trick of the mind, a way to slide into the subconscious of a target, treating their memories like a series of parallel...
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