The Devourer's Shadow
Rain hit the window of my office like handfuls of gravel thrown by an angry god. The blinds were half-drawn, slicing the neon light from the theater sign across the street into thin blue strips that crawled across my desk like something alive. I was nursing a cup of coffee that had gone cold two hours ago and wondering if the rent money I'd promised my landlord would actually materialize when...
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