Variant V-05: The Glass Menagerie of God
(Style D: Film Noir) The rain in the city didn't just fall; it hammered, a relentless gray percussion that drowned out the screams of the dying. I sat in my office, the neon sign across the street flickering like a dying heartbeat, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. I'm a "Recovery Agent." I find things that don't want to be found, usually for people who have already lost...
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