After work, I got back to looking around my neighborhood for anything that could tell me anything about this old murder. I heard a rumor of the switchblade involved, that it was the Archangle's former murder weapon. I'm not sure if I buy that, but it's a fuckin' lead, isn't it?
I went down to my friend's for my appointment, and he put me back in that trance. I'm pretty sure it's called a reverie, but that might not be it, I dunno. You know what I mean, whatever.
This time, I was back in the apartment in the 1950s. I was myself, no one else, and I heard a woman screaming nearby and some man pleading forgiveness. I was about to see the murder with my own eyes.
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