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Death in High Places (1/??)
These things always start with a body or a woman. Tonight it was both. Not just any dead woman. I'd known her.
I could smell blood a block away, even over the delicate flowers that scented every breeze. A crowd of gawkers had already formed around the body when I arrived. I shouldered thorough.
I'd already known what waited for me. She lay sprawled where she'd fallen, her robes stained red from the small hole in the center of her chest. No accident, this. I doubted anyone would pay me, but now I had a case. Someone had killed Justice.
(I'm like a week behind, so I thought I'd try something longer in parts, and I'll eventually backdate them as I catch up. I don't know how long this is going to end up being.)
I could smell blood a block away, even over the delicate flowers that scented every breeze. A crowd of gawkers had already formed around the body when I arrived. I shouldered thorough.
I'd already known what waited for me. She lay sprawled where she'd fallen, her robes stained red from the small hole in the center of her chest. No accident, this. I doubted anyone would pay me, but now I had a case. Someone had killed Justice.
(I'm like a week behind, so I thought I'd try something longer in parts, and I'll eventually backdate them as I catch up. I don't know how long this is going to end up being.)