[This time, at least, the other buildings seem more than substantial... before him is a veritable urban jungle of alleys and and streets and lonely streetlamps whose light does not seem to extend beyond pale pinpricks in the otherwise dark, smoky red dusk.]
[Lying scattered all around now are flyers-- some torn and some half-soaked in puddles. He will find them no matter where he goes ... and all have one of two of the same faces printed upon them-- the man with the gun, and a somewhat familiar teenage face. Missing persons ads... there's contact information, but instead of info about the people themselves, there are only a few words, respectively, written about each of them. HERETIC and HOLY ONE.]
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[Lying scattered all around now are flyers-- some torn and some half-soaked in puddles. He will find them no matter where he goes ... and all have one of two of the same faces printed upon them-- the man with the gun, and a somewhat familiar teenage face. Missing persons ads... there's contact information, but instead of info about the people themselves, there are only a few words, respectively, written about each of them. HERETIC and HOLY ONE.]