The neon looked antique, though greatly distorted behind a glass-block rectangle.
It was an odd design choice.
Kent chucked a glance around the neighborhood.
The name of the bar was legible but faded, painted high on the wall of the building.
Police tow yard was knitted with razor wire and bathed in light worthy of a concert, but the high walls kept the sur…
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