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Chapter 9 - The closet is the best place to store kidnapping victims

The Infernal District lit up at night.

No oil streetlamps, of course. Even as old as those were, they’d only made it to the district's outskirts. Instead, assortments of lanterns and interi...

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Chapter 8: In Search of Sandwich and Box

Carnly’s was just ahead on the right, and I could already hear the raucous sounds of the night crowd. Two patrons stumbled out and almost immediately began losing their meals on the side of the s...

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Chapter 7: Never Quite Home

I shivered as I walked down the empty street.

My clothes had a few new holes in them courtesy of the Pure-blood thugs. On top of that, they weren’t designed for nightlife. My faithful coat ...

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Chapter 6: More Old Hated Friends

The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Me, a Watch interrogation room, and the law trying to pry the truth out of me in any way it could.

Thinner wrists chafed less in Watch ...

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Chapter 5: A Short Stay without Room or Board

Constable whistles sounded again, and I flicked the blood off my saber.

What an unfortunate spot of bother. Typically, patrols in the Infernal Quarter, while heavier than they’d been for y...

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Chapter 4: A Spot Of Bother

As Top Hat screamed, I grasped for his other hand.

He stabbed at my hand, and I withdrew, yanking my saber’s blade out of him. The flesh gave quickly, my blade sliding out. I cut at him aga...

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Chapter 3: A Twist In Face

“No,” I answered.

I headed towards the main road, leaving the specter of my past cursing my name.

“You can’t just leave me! I’m dying, Malvia!” he yelled.

To my annoya...

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Chapter 2: Hell's Own

I walked out of the private booth with a spring in my step, and not the kind that was becoming popular to install in both legs.

I was in a small corridor, the doors to the private booths lini...

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