The Wistful Crossroads

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You are standing in the wreckage of the rain-slicked asphalt, the cold water running into your boots, and the sky above is not a sky but a bruised and swollen thing, purple and yellow, pulsing with a light that has no source, a light that smells of ozone and old copper, and you are a man who has sworn an oath to protect the peace of this city, a city that is currently tearing itself apart, not...

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