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... p> It was evening (6:02 to be exact), but it might as well have been called night (a deep, dark night).
The moon was blue, shining its radiance down at the world, but even that was swallowed by the palpable darkness of the city below, District Forty-Two.
In a random, rundown apartment, one could hear the sound of a woman moaning, a single mother struggling to pay the next bill, the next expense, the next emergency.
She looked... desirable. Her skin white as snow, her hair ...
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