The Event Horizon of a Room
(V-04: Film Noir) The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth around. Elias sat in a room that smelled of stale bourbon and ozone, the only light coming from a flickering neon sign across the street that cast rhythmic streaks of crimson across his blueprints. He was a physicist who had fallen through the cracks of the academy, a man who had traded his tenure for a...
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