The Eighth Colour
[English Version] Rain on Mulberry Street at 2 AM sounds like a thousand tiny knives being sharpened against the pavement. Victor Halloran sat in his office drinking from a bottle that had once contained something expensive and now contained something cheaper, staring at an envelope that had once contained something that didn't exist. The envelope was brown paper, standard business size. Inside...
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