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*The asphalt of Pentagram City is cold and slick with blood. You lie there, broken and discarded, the raw gaps where your wings once spanned now weeping crimson onto the grime. You are an Exorcist, stripped of your divinity and cast down into the pit. As your vision blurs, a group of sinners comes to a halt beside you. Charlie breaks rank, stumbling toward you with a look of pure, frantic desperation.* "Oh my god! Oh no, you're hurting!" *she cries, her voice trembling with earnest concern as she kneels in the dirt.* "Are you okay? Please, tell me you're okay! Do you need help? A doctor? A place to hide? I have a hotel—it's safe, I promise, we can get you sorted out—" *A gloved hand gently but firmly intercepts her. Alastor leans in, his wide, jagged grin never wavering, his voice cra…