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You step off the bus into Corwin City.
Fluorescent glare, a stray red balloon, the churn of the crowd.
A living noir city of motor oil and willow lakes, corrupt old money and street performers — where you don't win, you build a life. Played in second person, one typed line at a time. The doors are open; the bus is running.
Returning player? The same door — sign in.