Dreams and Deceptions
It was unexpectedly overcast, given the season. The smell of a coming rain was thick in the air, a surprise storm drifting in from the coast. The wind whipped at An's coat collar, pushing it into his face and obscuring his view slightly. Outside, exposed, was the last place he wanted to be, but it was the only way to get the information he needed.
His communication device rang, pulling him from his focus and he looked down at it, only to find it was a manacle around his arm.
To Be Continued...
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