The broken man

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The moon was full upon the mountains as I began to draw closer to a city in the distance.

Walking down this thin, winding highway, fresh conversation within my mind, I began to feel like I'm gaining closer to my target.

The words of Maxine's corrupted voice echoed back to me within her last breath.

"Find. Yvette."

The air was colder tonight, yet, I was able to manage within it.

All the sweat, grime and blood from these past brutal fights, surrounded me in an odor that formerly brought me a sence of happiness and victory, now brings me pain.

Washed away, I walked on with a clean slate.

The chipped sign ahead of me, standing far above, read Marshall, NE Somson District: Backwater.

"Marshall... let's hope they don't find me here." I murmured, as I proceeded to silently walk down the freeway.

On the border of Somson and Leeway District, I knew, I wasn't anywhere near home.
Nor the start of all of this.

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