A damp mist fell upon the cold cement ground around the Dalton City warehouse district. Noise echoed from every direction, but the district was silent. The night was its resting point; the sounds would start at the crack of dawn. Only then would the half hidden body next to the brick piles of the oldest building would be discovered.
The body was damp from the rain as it'd been there for a few days over the holiday weekend. A man, too young for his end but old enough to have met the gruesome end with a fight. One torn sneaker had been taken by a stray dog and the other remained on. Dark hair, matted with blood, hid the little amount of face that wasn't down in the mud. No burial attempt had been made.
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