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A woman walks alone, wrapping a tattered raincoat round her body. A man dashes from a high-rise, scurrying to the dark places of the night. Ghosts from long-forgotten streets dwell and bide their time, for they have plenty of it. Neon lights reflect from sleek, rain-soaked streets. An old man wakes, crying, fragmentary pieces of a terrible nightmare flashing in his eyes. Underneath it all, The Night River runs. She flows, never sleeping, a constant churn. And with the hidden