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... Detective Fenrir, Private Weyevern, in his cramped office. Pictures of old glories lined the walls. Yellowed newspapers with dates of his most famous deeds were framed next to them, not a single word of his exploits written in the pages. The infamous detective was reclined on his plush chair, hat pulled low over his eyes and swirling a glass of whiskey as hard as his heart.
A melancholic look out the window stared at the deluge of rain coming down, trying in vain to wash away the sins of ...
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