The Golden Scar
You are standing in the rain. It is not falling. It is hanging in the air, a suspended gray mist that smells of wet ash and ozone. The city, New Veridia, stretches out before you, a labyrinth of glass and steel that never sleeps, yet feels dead. You are a Detective of the Interior. Your badge is a small, cold square of metal. It does not spark. It does not glow. It is just metal. Your mentor,...
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