The Price of the Clock
(Noir Style) The rain in this city didn't fall; it judged. It washed the neon filth of the streets into the gutters, but it could never clean the soul of a man like Cain. I worked as a "Cleaner" for the Temporal Bureau, which is a fancy way of saying I erased the mistakes of people who thought they were smarter than time. The rule was simple: you can't change the past without paying a tax. The...
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