Highwayman
- LECTURAS 64
- Votos 5
- Partes 4
New York City, 1992.
An area that is barely able to call itself a part of the astound city but does nonetheless. Whispers travel, eyes linger but engines rev. They're loud; loud enough to drown out the sound of voices, the acclaimed truth. Engines however, are only a distraction-one that works from afar. There is no denying these truths, however, when one shows its presence at your door.
The Highwaymen are good at many things but they're not detectives. The case of this fallen angel does not belong to them, but who are they to deny a challenge?
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