In Loam Square, at the center of Nalakien City, hordes of under-dwellers thrust up from the tunnel that led straight down to the sewers. People chanted and hollered on the sides of the square, watching them spout forth, all wielding weapons and shouting.
General Kemmer signaled his constables and watched as the cops strode forward, weapons in hand. The general, a man in his late thirties, was a wild-eyed, paranoid sort, who tried his hardest not to let the job affect his senses.
It was hard to do, and every city cop knew that. In most rural places, paperwork was the main part of being a cop. But a city like Nalakien had layers, secrets—and Callin Kemmer had unearthed enough of them to know there were more beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.
He slunk into a nearby alleyway and listened to the ensuing brawl while crouching behind…
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