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... used to run packages for the gangs, just another thug living here. My brothers and I, all of us either orphans or victims of abuse, were like a pack of rats soaked in dirty water, crawling through gutters. Our fur slicked with oily grime, reflecting the colorful glow of neon lights."
Before entering the largest slum district in Tarsonis City alongside several search teams from the Tarsonis Police Force, Zander Marx—a Private First Class grenadier with the Heaven’s Devils and a Federal M ...
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