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... r, where the rain washed the city’s sins without purifying them, the "Black Joker" stood like a statue carved from hell over the torn body of the detective.
The air was saturated with the scent of rusted copper emanating from Arthur Sterling’s blood, the smell of burnt gunpowder, and the magical ozone left behind by the black Eitra bullets.
Arthur, trembling in a pool of his own blood and stomach fluids, looked at the smiling mask that concealed his executioner’s face. ...
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