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... rched atop a building, something or someone could be seen watching the entrance of a police station, its eyes like pools of blood.
That entrance could be seen under the sickly yellow glow of flickering streetlights, casting long winding shadows that stretched into the darkness.
One of these shadows belonged to a hooded man, Mr. Valen, his eyes calm as he looked to the purple moon pulsing with an otherworldly glow.
’It’s around 9pm, the party should have already begun,’ he ...
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