
The city was a beast. Its towers clawed at the sky, casting shadows over alleys where secrets festered, and every street had a story to tell a story usually stained with blood or drenched in lies. This was Eastvale, where the days were as grim as the nights, and only the neon signs gave a flicker of life to the damp, cold streets.
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