Dying Light

[dreaper]

The wind tugged at his clothes, piercing him to the bone. The chill went unnoticed however. More urgent thoughts occupied his mind. He had been searching the city for hours and still no sign of her, only the wind and the cold, high above the streets below. He paused to enjoy the view, the sun just dipping below the horizon, the buildings standing

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[anonymous]

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