The Neon Noir Abyss
The rain in the city didn't wash anything away; it only smeared the neon lights into long, bleeding streaks of magenta and cyan. Sarah sat in the back of the dimly lit diner, her breath fogging the window. Across from her, Vane was eating a piece of cherry pie with a precision that was more unsettling than any threat. "You have a very interesting mind, Sarah," Vane said, his voice a low,...
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