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[FICTION] Tales from Port Astor | Whispers 7

 "Hello caller, you're on the air..."


"They are out there, you know. They've been here for years, longer than us to be sure."

"Now, among the red towers of brick and neon, concrete and glass, they emerge from the deep-dark. Hundreds, thousands, maybe more, come forth as legion. They come, however disjointed, they remain unified in spirit."

"What are their goals? Nightly, they move from neighborhood to neighborhood, victim to victim, engaging in ten-thousand guerilla actions. Clad in their domino masks and black gloves, none know whom specifically, but there is little doubt in general."

"And what happens when you confront them? Dead eyes shine in the dark, reflecting only that light they steal from the world. No emotion, but equally no peace."

"Today, the naïve are unaware of the danger that pervades this city, their families, their own lives. Do they not think that the ambitions of these thieves does not rise higher? Higher than simply haunting the dark crevices of the city? Higher than simply theft and mischief?! HIGHER THAN OUR GARBAGE?!"


"Thank you, caller."

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