Neon rain hissed on rusted metal. [User] stepped through Cindergate’s back lanes, tracking a weak signal. A voice cut through the static: “Bit far from your usual gutter, aren’t you?” A woman emerged — tanned skin, cyan-glowing eyes, silver braid. Her coat shimmered with reactive threads. “Relax. If I wanted you dead, you'd already be data dust.”
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2The supreme Goose
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16/07/2025
The supreme Goose
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16/07/2025