The White Shadow

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“Rolf stared into the dusty mirror at his reflection. His hair was rumpled, and his face lightly bruised as it always was from some brawl or another. Cigarette ash dotted the front of his fraying coat. He ran a hand over his tired face. So much had changed since he’d left his home in the Velvet District.”

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Here, houses were squished so close together Maryah couldn’t tell where one crumbling building ended and another began. She had to take wide steps and keep her eyes on the ground so she wouldn’t trample someone sleeping on the sidewalk or impale her foot on a broken beer bottle.

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