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She threw it at his feet. The liquid didn’t hiss or burn—it screamed . The ground cracked. Mr. Morning staggered, his form flickering between a beautiful man and a charred thing with too many teeth.

He nodded. “I know.”

“That’s for every soul you took,” she said. Then she turned to Vico. “You’re under arrest.” gangster the cop the devil

In the rain-slicked streets of a city that had long forgotten the difference between sin and survival, three figures moved toward a collision that would decide the fate of every soul in it. She threw it at his feet