of an angel blowing into an imaginary (or perhaps since stolen) horn. The City of Angels, the unseen guest in her head had called this place. Could it really be true that the gods had once walked this land? If so, where were they now, and why had this one proud bastion of civilization been seemingly abandoned by many of its earthly residents?
The entity says nothing in response to these questions, leaving Mercy to sit alone in her hapless confusion.
After several minutes, Mercy pushes herself back to standing and once more peers around at her environs. The sun
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