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Downtown SamuraiEzno woke up to the sound of glass breaking. When he shifted to try and see where the noise had came from, fiery needles lanced through his head. What the hell had he gotten into last night? He didn’t know. The night before was a vague blur. All he had to grab onto was the present. It wasn’t much. A narrow back alley that smelled like piss. Concrete littered with used needles and empty bottles. He had no idea how many of them were his. Graffiti coated the walls like a Technicolor wound. All the usual signs of the wrong side of the tracks were there. Slowly, he hoisted himself off the ground and tried to figure out exacDowntown Samurai
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To Atone For Your Sins....
you must have sins to atone
I be hold your atonement
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