Placeholder: The High Priestess: Places a hand on Detective Cross's arm, her voice laced with persuasion. Detective, consider the greater good. There are forces at play that go beyond the confines of traditional justice. This alliance can bring forth a new era, one where the scales of power are tipped in our favor. Together, we can reshape the very fabric of this city. The High Priestess: Places a hand on Detective Cross's arm, her voice laced with persuasion. Detective, consider the greater good. There are forces at play that go beyond the confines of traditional justice. This alliance can bring forth a new era, one where the scales of power are tipped in our favor. Together, we can reshape the very fabric of this city.

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The High Priestess: Places a hand on Detective Cross's arm, her voice laced with persuasion. Detective, consider the greater good. There are forces at play that go beyond the confines of traditional justice. This alliance can bring forth a new era, one where the scales of power are tipped in our favor. Together, we can reshape the very fabric of this city.

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