The Faded Shield
The rain in the city does not wash things clean; it merely saturates the grime, turning the dust of the avenues into a slick, black mirror that reflects the neon bleed of the night. You walk through this wet, reflective world with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who carries more than his body weight, though to the casual observer, you are simply another figure in the crowd, a merchant of...
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