It was a quiet night in the city.

Only five gunshots had echoed through the fog since the sun had set, but it was still early and things could change.

They always did in the city.

Sometimes the change was even good.

But not often.

You couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a scandal or a murder.

Sometimes it was both.

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Things change fast in the city. Sometimes the change was even good. But not often.