Against the glare of neon lights darkness bleeds as if spilt whiskey on asphalt echoing in Gotham with a rhythm of a pulp fiction script and faded photographs of a dame in a dark red dress hungry for the soul in a world of chaos and debauchery and then spitting it out as if forbidden fruit against the glare of neon lights escaping oblivion
Rated for Teens(13+)
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Short StoriesEchoing in Gotham
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