Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 9

The whole staircase threatens to fall down around us at any moment, shaking and groaning, but never does.

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The City of Lost Heaven: Chapter 25

He's been down there all yesterday and all today, doing whatever it is he does. now excuse me, i have groceries to put away."

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The City of Lost Heaven: Chapter 24

He says he does and indicates an arcade down the street. he tells me there's a group of predators that hang out there day and night and always seem to cluster around his store's side alley at dusk.

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The City of Lost Heaven: Chapter 22

He knows if he does that, he swallows the remaining tranquilizer. and maybe what happens afterwards will be tossed up to an accident.

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The City of Lost Heaven: Chapter 20

He mustn't register anything like that anymore, or he does and it doesn't faze him. my gun and badge hang heavily in my coat, but i try not to let them tempt me. not yet, at least.

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Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 6

Not only does he not complain, he doesn't say a word at all. when i return to him, it's almost as if he never moved an inch. i collect what evidence i'll need, including photos and my street jacket before i plan our next move.

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Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Voices begin to sing out and camera bulbs snap and crack as the remaining force of police officers exits the building. The captain raises his hands above his head to gain their attentions, his antler-dominated silhouette towering above...

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