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Chicago in the Dark

Chicago is Chicago, even for something like you. It’s a city of brilliant culture and corrupt machine politics, staggering history and dangerous secrets.

The werewolves, mages, and vampires of Chicago, aware of one another, maintain an uneasy peace predicated mostly on staying out of one another’s way. It is not a strategy that always works, especially when the stranger things that lurk around the fringes of the city come into view.

You exist now as part of this patchwork of petty fiefdoms and dark corners where the rules that govern reality no longer apply.

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.

And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.

And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.

And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:

Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.

Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding.

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