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The smog hung heavy over South Central, mirroring the weight on my chest as I pushed open the screen door. The stench of burnt toast and lavender air freshener, a sickly sweet assault on the senses, was a time capsule of my childhood. Only this time, the soundtrack wasn't punctuated by the booming laughter of my old man. Now, a low, monotonous drone buzzed from the living room – the symphony of Grandma Berry's dementia.

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Chapter 1: Beneath the Willow

Neon bled into the grimy rain slicking Woodward Avenue. Sirens wailed a mournful symphony in the distance, a constant soundtrack to 1986 Detroit.  Sasha, a whirlwind of emerald green eyeshadow and ripped fishnet tights, stumbled out of a dented El Camino, a scowl etched on her face like a bad tattoo. Her short, fiery curls were plastered to her forehead, and her skirt clung uncomfortably to her legs.

A memoir by Ash Tonee

The rusted sign of "Rusty's Repairs" creaked in the perpetual wind that clawed at the skeletal remains of Steelhaven. Rain, a grimy, oily film, slicked the cracked pavement, reflecting the dying embers of a thousand dying dreams. Jayne, bundled in a threadbare cloak, hugged the shadows across the street from the massive obsidian tower of Harbinger Corp. She wasn't here for justice. Justice was a rusted relic in Steelhaven, as forgotten as the stars that were choked out by the

Buckle up Viva Fam, We're headed to a city on the brink, where danger simmers hotter than your favorite hot sauce. It's a tale of...

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