The Noir Sacrifice
The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth around. I remember the first time I woke up in the Loop. I was standing under a flickering streetlamp on 42nd Street, holding a cigarette that never burned down and a gun that had no bullets. My name is Elias Vance. I used to be a detective with the precinct, until I found out that the city I served was just a beta-test...
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