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... into the night, leaving only the colorful lights floating up and down on the water’s surface.
Yarman, standing by the window, had a trace of worry on his brow and sighed softly.
"It’s becoming more and more unstable here lately."
Gang fights, addictive substances, power-money transactions... good people were either forced into being bad or died in despair, whether they were Weilante people or aliens.
He had been here for less than a week, and almost every day he w ...
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