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SHIVERS: A cold wind whips across Grand Couron, barreling into southern Jamrock, rattling the plastic Frittte sign above your head, pulling the city’s nightly odors and sounds with it. Exhaust fumes, spilled beer. The sterile, unrelenting fluorescent hum of the Southern Jamrock Clinic, three blocks away. Inside, a plump receptionist turns the deadbolt on the glass front door. In the back office, a man slides a key into a heavy metal filing cabinet, grabs his bag, and turns out the lights.
They are gone.
Harry stares at the street leading back to the clinic.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Stop trying to pussy out. This isn’t about just you, anymore. Pull on the string. See where it leads. You are an RCM lieutenant double-yefreitor of the 41st precinct. This is what you do. This is who you are.
AUTHORITY: You have an investigation to conduct.Series
- Part 2 of The Infra-Materialism of Physicality