Neon Noir Despair
The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it only smeared the neon lights into bleeding streaks of magenta and electric blue. Iris sat in her small apartment, the walls humming with the low-frequency vibration of the city's atmospheric processors. She was a law student with a belief in the Rule of Law that was as rigid as it was naive. She believed that the truth was a destination, and...
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