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Urine and tobacco made sense. Every alleyway in every city possessed this stank. Yet the soft, faint haze of a Cuban cigar threw the entire scene off. That and the directions in his hand. Go to The Alley of Whores. There will be a sign. Before venturing out, he searched city maps on Google along… Continue reading Chapter Two Preview – Harlot’s fire