#liberxtor

     -- you must understand that, by cooperating with      me, you will be going against the will of your public      safety bureau. any and all negative repercussions       will be credited to no one but yourself. ah - you can      withdraw from the case whenever you like. ❞

    "The weight of this sad time we must obey, speak what we feel, not what we ought to say--"

     It is nigh-buried. The winds of his relations, spoken on calmer chords, buzzing beneath rattling boards of metal, proceeded by an echo softer than faraway hum of traffic and pumps. He could hear the tentative steps of one whom is uncertain. Clicking down an empty passage of stairs, their sound invariably lowered by the hot hiss of a reactor's activation, and the moment their melody ended he was compelled to continue for her sake.

    "The oldest hath borne most: we that are young     shall never see so much, nor live so long."

    They are occupying the same atrium. One of iron, webbed by the works of a serpent's wire, both hidden amongst these avenues where the thieves were born and the forsaken were damned. Drunkards, liars, adulterers had all marked these walls with the filthy sodden pads of their palms, pursued by black-coats and the luminescent barrel of a gun. But on this day the lanes are empty. There is only the voice of an evangelist, treating the spherical compulsion of petty villains with the decorative words of Shakespeare, and he looks upon her while seated on the leaden remains of an old something, the long phalanx of grey hiding any notion of what it once was. 

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