This city is bleeding me dry.
The shadows reach out with long fingered tendrils and wrap around my limbs and my throat, sapping the life from me. They pull me to the cold pavement and I feel myself go as grey as the stone buildings that reach into the sky as I sink into the street.
This city is bleeding me dry.
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Anyway, we should talk shop sometime. Darwin and Becks need to catch up
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Damn woman. That was solid.
I have missed your writing.
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Thank you for making my last NY Requiem game so memorable, calling back to the first one, six years prior.
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It helps that I <3 PJ Harvey.
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