In the neon-drenched underbelly of 2089 Manila, Carding wasn't just dirty—he was corroded to his core, a rusted cog in a machine that fed on human suffering.
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The Memory Merchant
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In the neon-drenched underbelly of 2089 Manila, Carding wasn't just dirty—he was corroded to his core, a rusted cog in a machine that fed on human suffering.