Fics like Wage Wars Get Rich Die Handsome

Back in the infirmary at Precinct 41, Nix Gottlieb immediately has you strip off your trousers. It takes a heroic effort but you do not say, “Buy me dinner first?” “Good to see you made it,” he says, nonchalantly, removing the bandages and frowning at your torn stitches. The wound in your thigh oozes and you twist the corners of your mouth. The leg does not seem your leg, does not seem attached to the body that does not seem to belong to you. You’re sure it is someone else’s leg, cleverly folded beneath the jaundiced torso that was beneath the head that also cannot be your own. You looked out at the world through stolen eyes; now you look down at the hands assigned to you. They’re covered in dried mud and blood and motor oil. - A carriage full of strangers takes you from the only life you have known--solving a murder in Martinaise, and into the smoking wreck of a life of that other guy. Harrier Du Bois. You don't know this guy, and you don't think you'd like him, but you try to piece together his existence, anyway. Meanwhile, a Lieutenant Kitsuragi recovers from being shot.

Fics like Wage Wars Get Rich Die Handsome

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