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The background is a futuristic cityscape with a silhouette in white in the right corner with a cybernetic optic over it. above the silhouette reads: "DDLOVEWRITES" 
Text at the center of the page from the short story "Darkness for Dreams" reads: If he shut his eyes, the metallic zest of gunpowder and blood still filled his nostrils. It almost smelled sweet as he lifted the failed Old-Safeguard’s body off the marble floor of the conference room. 
He’d caught a rat and dealt with it, nothing more or less, and Mr. Lee appreciated it.
 No one appreciated anything these days except men like Mr. Lee. Where the city ate its young, the big players could grant them the chance to fly. So the now-Safeguard flew, no, because of Mr. Lee and the company he got to soar. Killing liars and traitors made for good business. It proved he wasn’t meant to be chewed up. He was born to chew the thick gristle of the city and spit out the useless fat. 
That was why he was here.

The background is a futuristic cityscape with a silhouette in white in the right corner with a cybernetic optic over it. above the silhouette reads: "DDLOVEWRITES" Text at the center of the page from the short story "Darkness for Dreams" reads: If he shut his eyes, the metallic zest of gunpowder and blood still filled his nostrils. It almost smelled sweet as he lifted the failed Old-Safeguard’s body off the marble floor of the conference room. He’d caught a rat and dealt with it, nothing more or less, and Mr. Lee appreciated it. No one appreciated anything these days except men like Mr. Lee. Where the city ate its young, the big players could grant them the chance to fly. So the now-Safeguard flew, no, because of Mr. Lee and the company he got to soar. Killing liars and traitors made for good business. It proved he wasn’t meant to be chewed up. He was born to chew the thick gristle of the city and spit out the useless fat. That was why he was here.

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If he shut his eyes, the metallic zest of gunpowder and blood still filled his nostrils. It almost smelled sweet as he lifted the failed Old-Safeguard’s body off the marble floor of the conference room. #DarknessforDreams #SF #shortpit #query #litmag

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