The Shadow Ascent
The rain in this city doesn't wash anything away; it just turns the filth into a mirror. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the 'Blue Note' across the street flickering like a dying heart, casting rhythmic pulses of sapphire light across my desk. I used to be a cop. Now, I'm just a man who knows where the bodies are buried because I helped dig the holes. It started with the Ledger. I didn't...
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