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![]() Whispers drift through the city like the wind off the lake, stories of shadows moving where none should be, of deals struck in alleys older than the skyline. Some say the past never truly fades here, that it lingers in oil paintings and bloodstained pavement, waiting for the right moment to resurface. In a city divided by power, hunger, and something far older than politics, the lines between predator and prey blur with every missing person, every strange sighting, every name spoken in hushed tones. Whatever is stirring in Chicago’s depths, it’s been waiting a long time. HOME · GUIDEBOOK · WANTED ADS · APPLY |
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