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Survival was my trade now, the slums my new home.
The kind of place people pretended didn't exist.
The kind of place that stank of piss and rotting flesh.
The kind of place where even the guards didn't bother coming unless they were looking for an excuse to bash someone's skull in.
The eastern slums.
A place where only the dregs lived.
And now?
Now, I was one of them.
Me.
A man who once walked these streets as a ...
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