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... man from the journal.
Lying across a couple rooftops and a rickety alleyway below, hunched beside a bucket, rubbing some unholy sludge onto the side of a building like it was some sacred way of living.
"No... freakin’ way." Finn blinked, leaning closer.
What were the odds?
Outside, the sky had begun to shift. The orange haze of a dying sun sank low, while the moon crept in like it was clocking into its graveyard shift. The day was ending, and so was Finn’s will t ...
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