Harbor's Edge
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US South)Transcript
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Detective Max's heart will navigate at the dark alleys of Harbour's edge. His footsteps echoed in the silence. The dim flickering streetlights barely pierced a thick fog that blanketed the sea casting eerie silhouettes on the crumbling brick walls. The underworld's grip on the city tightened with every passing day its tendrils creeping into every institution from the precincts to the city hall. A mysterious informant named Raven had reached out with new information on the mob's next move. The details were sketchy, a clandestine meeting at the old pier. A shipment that could change the city's power dynamics forever. Max had been on the force long enough to know the value of such steps but also the danger that they presented this cat and mouse game with the city's mobsters had left many a good detective 6 ft under. He paused for a moment, leaning against the damp wall, feeling the weight of his revolver against his hip. The streets of Harbor's edge were a maze filled with memories of past cases of allies lost in battles won by the skin of his teeth. Max knew the stakes just with the luxury he couldn't afford. Especially not now, but with the city's fate hanging by a thread. He had to make a choice. He pulled out the cryptic note. Raven had sent him a time, a place and a single feather and with a steely determination, he ventured deep into the night for the city of secrets and betrayals. Detective Hartwell was ready to dance with shadows and uncover the truth lurking in its depths.