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lamuradex · 15 days ago

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Short Story: Cosmo's Story

Tales of Hero City

Wordcount: 5,140

Synopsis: *Click* "This is Detective Lucy Anne Washburn, interviewing Mr Cosmo Derringer concerning his involvement with the supervillain Dark Dragon. How are we doing today, Mr Derringer?"

"I'm well enough, all things considered."

“Oh, that’s too bad. Hopefully we can make things worse for you before this is over.”

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Full Story Below The Break

Cosmo’s Story

*Click*

“Begin recording. This is Detective Lucy Anne Washburn, interviewing Cosmo Derringer. How are we today, Mr Derringer?”

“I’m well enough, all things considered.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Hopefully we can make things worse for you before this is over.”

“…You know, Detective, I didn’t expect such immaturity from such a distinguished officer.”

“Then you honestly know nothing about me. It might be the third or fourth thing a colleague would tell you. Hell, I’m considering sneaking down to the cells and putting itching powder in your pillows.”

“I see… I can tell this isn’t going to be a usual police interview.”

“Well, you aren’t a usual criminal. But, by way of an explanation, let me ask you something. How are you finding the manacles? I mean your cuffs. They may not be connected, but I’m assured they work just great.”

“These? I honestly haven’t even tried to test them. Concerned they’ll shock me.”

“Oh, they’re not electrified. They were made for us by Wandering Fist. He might be a show-off superhero, but I’m told he can be quite a talented sorcerer when he wants to be. Those cuffs will keep whatever magic you use locked down. As in, no teleporting. You’re stuck here. Are they too tight, or...?”

“They are a little, but I’m beginning to suspect that might be the point.”

“You are correct. They’re made from an old pair of handcuffs I got from a dear friend’s locker. Officer Jack Parker?”

“Ah. I see.”

“Do you remember killing him, Cosmo, or is he just one crime in a sea of atrocities?”

“You know, Detective Washburn, I’m honestly just impressed you managed to link me to his death. I was meticulous, covering my tracks. Even so, I can imagine your evidence is thorough. But, may I make one correction to it?”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“I didn’t kill Jack Parker.”

“Oh really… Then point me to the man you ordered to do it, Lord Apocalypto.”

“Dark Dragon killed Jack, Detective Washburn. I know you’re going to call me a liar, but I did try to warn him. I attempted to send him on his way. Perhaps not to the best of my ability, but I did try.”

“Of course. Dark Dragon did it. Dark Dragon, but not you or any of your cultists. That’ll certainly be convenient in court. Split personality doesn’t usually play well.”

“Again, detective, they aren’t my cultists. Dark Dragon and I are two distinctly different entities. Not one split. Two minds in one head, yes, but independent of one another.”

“So what is it? Do you say some magic spell or is it more like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde? You drink some little potion and then you go off and let loose your darkest desires?”

“My word, Detective Washburn, I didn’t figure you as one for literature. Most people only know of the tragic doctor turned into a horrid monster, not the true meaning of the transformation, and its moral implications.”

“Oh, we know all about monsters here, Cosmo. We’ve caged enough of them.”

“Heroes and villains alike, I’d assume.”

“More one than the other, though I’m not a fan of either. But, quite frankly, you sicken me more than anything. So, let’s not get off track. What’s it like up in that sick little head of yours, Cosmo? How did it work between you and Dark Dragon?”

“As much as I appreciate your curiosity, detective, I’m afraid it’s here I must stop. I wouldn’t want to breach the terms of our little agreement, and neither would you. Not with my lawyers waiting.”

“Oh, yes. Your ridiculous little arrangement with the city. I’d almost forgotten. You waive your right to council, for the time being, and in return you will -Quote- Only speak concerning the topic of Dark Dragon with one Miss Melody Planker -End Quote-. Yes, I’ve got it all in black and white back on my desk.”

“Yes, and as such, I can say no more.”

“Miss Planker’s on her way. I have to say though, Chorus is not who I’d have expected you to call. Why her?”

“…”

“Oh, don’t go quiet on me now.”

“…”

“Fine. If you’re going to be stubborn, let’s change the subject. Surely, even if you can’t discuss your master, you can discuss events that we both know about? Events such as the murder of Jack Parker. What happened?”

“He confronted me at the metal works with two thugs. I didn’t catch their Christian names, but Jack called one of them Brickhead. I’d assume that’s enough to track them down?”

“We’ve already done so. The Tramridge boys. What then?”

“Jack already knew most of the truth. Me, The Hand of Fate, that I was connected to the Apocalypto Cult. Then Brickhead, ordered by Jack, attempted to intimidate me. He failed, I’m not easily shaken, so his tactics escalated to violence. I don’t think Jack approved, but nor did he stop it. And when Brickhead physically harmed me, my ‘master’, as you so eloquently put it, didn’t have much of a choice but to deal with them.”

“Okay, seriously, how does it work between you? A demon knight and a magic businessman? All in one head?”

“…”

“Loose lips sink ships, I guess… Well, Cosmo, you were right about one thing. I’m about to call you a liar. Why else would you make up such a cockamamie story?”

“You know, you fascinate me, Detective Washburn.”

“I’m disgusted, but please, go on.”

“For all the ‘Sea of Atrocities�� you claim I’ve committed, you focus on but one crime. The death of one man. Why?”

“I’m asking the questions, Cosmo.”

“Sure, Jack was a friend, a good man, but all you have is a single murder charge. Is that all that matters to you? Vengeance?”

“I call it justice, Cosmo. It’s the whole thing about being a cop. But if you’re not going to talk, why are you even here? Why not just rot in a cell? There has to be something you wanted to tell me.”

“Not you, no. I’d actually assumed you’d be a standard officer and have much more basic questions, like who, what, when, where and how? Not a personal grudge and questions on the nature of my existence.”

“Well, I’m full of questions. Do you plan to answer?”

“…”

“Didn’t think so. Very well, shall we get started on that “Sea of Atrocities” I mentioned instead? A full confession. I think I’m going to need more ink for that though. Either that, or you can cut the crap, forget your agreement, and talk to me about why we’re really here.”

“Not until I’ve spoken with Miss Planker. I’d rather we speak before my lawyers become an indomitable force in this conversation, and we’re both mired in legal proceedings.”

“Why her though? I understand there’s half a connection between you, her and Dark Dragon, but it’s still a little odd.”

“Detective…”

“Look, Cosmo, let’s be grownups about this, shall we? There are no secrets here. Even when you speak to her, I’m just gonna be on the other side of that glass. She’s on her way, but until then it’s just you and me. Now, I’ve heard you’re good at standing up to interrogation, we’ve all heard the stories, but I’m the best this station has. Plus, if I needed a better motive to try and break you than the murder of my friend, you also just set that monster Dark Dragon loose on my city!”

“I thought you weren’t too fond of Hero City?”

“Oh sure, it’s a superpowered hellhole, but it’s my hellhole. My home. So you can either talk, or you can sit there in silence while I give you my best interrogation tactics. I’m thinking a car battery will be involved. Of course, you only have to hold out until Melody shows up, but we could keep her waiting all day if we have to.”

“To be fair, I only have your word she’s coming at all.”

“Do I look untrustworthy to you, Cosmo? Do you think I’d lie like that and be as dishonest as scum like you?”

“… No. You wouldn’t, would you? Honest and true, unlike some of your brothers in blue.”

“Plus, we can show Melody the tape when she gets here. Catch her up to speed.”

“I still won’t discuss Dark Dragon directly.”

“Whatever you can give me, Mr Derringer. Let’s start at the beginning. How did this all start?”

“Very well. I was born and raised in Hero City back when it was still called Greystoke. I honestly wish it still was. It was back then I realised what was wrong with the world.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but that means you saw the Apocalypto Incident first hand, right? Saw Dark Dragon terrorise the city the first time? Did you have a front row seat as part of the cult, or did you just enjoy the show from the side-lines?”

“I was not a member of the Apocalypto Cult, and I’m still not. I was 26 years old at the time, and I watched it happen on TV like everyone else. I must admit though, it was… disturbing. All that power in the wrong hands. Even before that I could see the imbalance in the world, and the Apocalypto Incident was just proof. Power running wild, lunatics in the street. Madness. I felt a responsibility to do something. Someone had to. But I knew I couldn’t do it alone. Not as I was. So I sought out teachings and studied methods to help fix my home. I even learned the art of sorcery, much to my personal disdain at the time.”

“Yeah, you certainly had it rough. Just magic and riches. But it wasn’t enough, right? So you saw that monster from the news and said ‘That’s the guy. I’ll get him to help me. He can live in my head’. Because that makes sense.”

“You’re only half right, detective. I did try to change the world by myself, but as you correctly guess, I couldn’t manage it alone. Not with politics, not with business, not with magic. I needed more, and so I sought out something greater than myself. Myths, legends and stories of power. I didn’t know it was Dark Dragon until I found the temple deep in the mountains. The temple isn’t there anymore, if you were going to ask about it.”

“Darn. I was hoping.”

“Sarcasm does not become you, detective. Truthfully, I was terrified to learn what I’d found. Dark Dragon himself. The epitome of everything I hated. But I saw no other way. You sometimes must become a monster to fight the monsters, correct, detective? I’m guessing you’ve gone undercover before, lived amongst the scum and done their work?”

“Once or twice. Still, doesn’t mean I’d invite a drug dealer to live in my head. How did that arrangement work, exactly?”

“I was his host. We were two distinct psyches in one head. I’d liken it to two people living in two rooms, with one window between them. We could each hear the other talking, but not know what the other was thinking… well, outside of little flashes. Whoever stood at the window was in charge, and he could pull me away if he wanted, or just ask me to step aside. I did not make the choice to kill Jack Parker.”

“You just covered it up, aided and abetted, and lied to police by omission for months.”

“I’m not denying my involvement, detective, nor my responsibility in the matter. Just my agency.”

“But, in all this, you haven’t mentioned something rather vital. What were you fighting against? You’re talking as if I should know. What was so important that you learned sorcery, became a billionaire, and kept trying for almost a century? That you became the creep that you are? What enemy drove you to become a monster?”

“I would have thought you’d know, detective. It is an opinion we share, though I’m sure you’d be loathed to admit it. My enemy was singular but vast, and I wouldn’t rest until I could defeat it. Until I could fix the element I knew was wrong with this world. Until I could crush the one thing we both detest.”

“And pray tell, what’s that?”

“Superpowers.”

*Knock knock*

“Come in.”

“Miss Planker’s arrived, Detective Washburn.”

“Thanks, Jimmy. Send her in.”

“Well, thank you, detective. It seems you were as good as your word. Do you intend to stop the tape while Miss Planker is here?”

“No, I don’t think I will. Greetings, Miss Planker. I hope you’re well.”

“I’ve had worse days, detective, but not by much.”

“I’ll just be on the other side of that glass if you need me. And don’t give this bastard an inch.”

“I don’t plan to.”

“Greetings, Melody. Please, sit down.”

“It’s Miss Planker to you, Derringer. Now tell me what you wanted. What’s so important you had an old woman trudge halfway across town just to talk to you?”

“I wanted us to speak while I still had the opportunity. I don’t think it will be possible during my trial, and you were unlikely to accept my invitation if I was in a cell.”

“I suppose you’re not wrong. So, what did Dark Dragon want you to tell me?”

“It’s… actually quite the opposite. I’m fairly sure Dark Dragon would revile me telling anyone this, especially the hero Chorus, even if you no longer wear the mantle.”

“Well, you haven’t told me anything yet. And because of you, he has my sword. One of the most powerful artefacts in superhero history. Congratulations.”

“I’m well aware. I pursued it under his orders. I must admit though, before yesterday, I didn’t have any clue to the true extent of its power… and neither did he.”

“Talk, Derringer!”

“Fine. How much do you actually know about Dark Dragon?”

“You mean his current plans, or overall?”

“Overall, though I’d argue they were one and the same.”

“Surprisingly little, considering he was my official nemesis. I’ve done my research, but there are so many tall tales. Stories of a general or a peasant or a nobleman, possessed by darkness or vengeance, though all tell of a monster.”

“A monster that the first Chorus, your predecessor and originator, defeated.”

“He did. Seems to be the one consensus. Why? Are you going to fill in the blanks?”

“The reason there are so many conflicting stories, Miss Planker, is that legends tend to lose complexity. I don’t even think he properly remembers anymore, but I’ve pieced it together from glimpses into his mind. I just thought you of all people deserved to know the truth. The truth of his power… and the truth of your own.”

“And why should I listen? You’re just a stooge for a monster.”

“A monster that has always been a mystery to you, just like that lyrical voice in the back of your head. Just like your Choir.”

“…”

“You don’t have to listen if you don’t want to, but after all these years don’t you want to know why the Apocalypto Incident happened?”

“Fine. I’m listening, Derringer.”

“It’s a long story, and I’d rather not be interrupted. Can you promise me that?”

“I’ll sit like a good little girl. Now talk.”

“Very well. Then let’s begin. Because, you are right, Miss Planker. There are multiple conflicting stories of Dark Dragon and his origins. Some say he was a peasant, some say a nobleman. Others say a general or a soldier. That he was born a demon, or he’s a warrior polluted by dark magic. Some even say he is the product of evil rituals that fused a thousand souls into one body. The truth is that all these stories are true… More or less.”

There once was a man, his name and his kingdom lost to time. As such, we shall call him Enoch. Enoch was a nobleman, born into money and luxury. However, his kingdom was bereft and stricken by poverty, a cruel and greedy king oppressing the people. But Enoch, as a nobleman to this king, was not evil, merely oblivious. He had little knowledge of his people’s suffering, no understanding of poverty, and had never known hunger. He just lived, unaware of the misery beyond his grounds.

But then the revolution came.

A warrior, let’s call him Noah, gathered the suffering people and overthrew the crown. The royal houses were sacked, and Enoch and his family dragged from their halls. And, despite never having raised a hand against these people, Enoch watched his wife and child executed, while he was thrown into a cell to rot for his perceived crimes.

And in his cell, with naught but the memory of his family’s death for company, hate and rage consumed him. But through the bars, he heard a song, one which sang of the suffering under the old king. And through that song he understood the revolution’s fire, found guidance in its verse, and found momentary solace in its tune. And so he rotted in his pain, with naught but the song as a poultice.

Eventually, as the new kingdom began to expand, Enoch was dragged onto the front lines to serve as a slave knight, an unwilling warrior to the cause. They forced him to fight and kill, to serve their new King Noah, and so, at the point of his king’s sword, Enoch fought. He fought like a berserker, driven by his rage, yielding to none. He fought with the fury of a man who’d lost everything. 100 soldiers would march out beside him, and if they were outmatched, often Enoch alone would return.

And, in his soul, he marched to the drums of that song. The anthem of the troops. The ballad of King Noah, even as he despised the king. But the song was a driving call which kept him from death’s door.

Enoch battled on, fury and might in all he did. He battled legions and left them destroyed. He faced proud warriors and left them humbled. None could face him and live. His skills soon earned the eye of his commanders, and he ascended in power and rank. He became a Commander himself, a General, and eventually the chosen knight to King Noah.

And still the song drummed in his heart, driving him on. It filled him, a song like a choir in his soul.

One I think you might know, Miss Planker.

Then, one day, a witch arrived in the kingdom. She sought an audience with the king and attempted to warn him of a terrible curse upon the throne. A power which would drive them to ruin, and destroy not just the kingdom but the world. However, King Noah would not hear her. He saw her words as sacrilege and sentenced her to death, commanding Enoch to do the deed. And so Enoch did as he was commanded.

The witch fled the kingdom, but Enoch pursued her, over mountains and oceans and deserts. When finally she tired, she fell and pleaded with him to hear her. If he did, she would gladly go to her death.

Still having some scrap of decency left, Enoch allowed her to talk. The witch told him of a terrible power that hung over the throne. Something that empowered the king, and had led his rebellion. The power that allowed him to seize the crown. A power born in the very anthem of his revolution.

The Choir.

Enoch heard her words and was filled with new hatred. The same power that flowed in him, that had driven him to kill and survive, this song, this Choir, was the same that led Noah to the throne. The power that led Noah’s forces to his door. The same power that had led Noah’s knives to his family’s throats.

Like a raging inferno, he purged the song from his soul, hatred burning it out. And in its place, something new was born. In wrath, in The Choir’s absence, new power was forged. If The Choir is music, then this was pure, unrestrained noise. A discord against their harmony. A chaos to their order.

And thus, Dark Dragon was born.

Enraged, Dark Dragon returned to his kingdom and sought the king. He tore through soldiers until he reached the palace gates. He ripped through palace guards until he reached the king. Finally, he faced King Noah himself, but even the usurper could not stand against him.

And so he took King Noah’s head.

With the king felled, Dark Dragon took the kingdom for his own.

And I believe you know the rest, Miss Planker. With his rule, darkness infected the land. The people were twisted into demons, made into armies, and the land corrupted by his touch. But he did it all to challenge his one true enemy. To defeat The Choir.

And so The Choir sent their first champion, empowered a hero, the very first Chorus, your ancient predecessor, and Chorus bested Dark Dragon. And with his defeat, the kingdom and its people were dragged into the void with him, and Chorus was revered for all time as their saviour, though he saved no one.

But Dark Dragon would return, his rage eternal. He would always come back. Host after host, lifetime after lifetime, he could not die until his battle was done.

Until The Choir was destroyed.

“So, what do you think, Miss Planker?”

“Do you expect me to believe a word of all that, Derringer? It’s a nice story, I’ll grant you, but you can’t prove a single word.”

“Neither can you disprove it, Miss Planker, with all your beliefs.”

“You mean my belief in The Choir, right? They gave me my powers through the Sword of Songs, but you think they’re the bad guys.”

“Have you ever wondered why they gave you such a gift, Miss Planker?”

“Of course I have, but I’ve never really been too bothered by it either. I’ve always had free will, and the ability to choose what I do with that power. My choice.”

“But you still don’t truly know why.”

“No. No I don’t. But The Choir have always been a force of order and peace in the world. A balance to monsters like Dark Dragon.”

“Even if their betrayal created him?”

“If I were to believe that, then yes. Everyone makes mistakes.”

“But don’t you see, Miss Planker? Even as a child, I saw what was wrong with the world. I had a dream, as in a literal dream during the night, where I saw a world without superheroes. Sure, this imagined world wasn’t perfect, there was still corruption and war, but at least random maniacs wouldn’t get hold of doomsday weaponry. In that world, the guilty would be locked up by police, not by delusional madmen in tights. Since that dream, I’ve been unable to look at the world the same way. Everyone would always tell me ‘This was just the way things were’. No way to change it. That this was fate. But what if they were wrong?”

“Do you have a point, Derringer?”

“My point, Miss Planker, is that the state of this world isn’t fate. Fate is unavoidable, but choices are not. I spent years playing as The Hand of Fate to create new villains for Dark Dragon, but that wasn’t destiny. It was me. It was just me dangling a carrot while people made predictable decisions, heroes and villains alike, and the same is true of you. The Choir isn’t destiny, Miss Planker, it’s just a force trying to make the world a certain way, perhaps the wrong way, and you have to ask yourself why. What is their intention? What do they want? From you? From the world? And if you don’t know, why should you trust them?”

“They’ve saved more lives than you ever have, Cosmo.”

“Perhaps, arguably, considering all I’ve done for Hero City, charitable donations and all that. But that is precisely my point. After all the charity work I’ve done, all the hero lairs I’ve sold, all the heroes I’ve created, all the good I did for this city, do you trust me?”

“…No. No I don’t.”

“Precisely. You see, I’ve done my research too. Every hero who’s wielded that Sword of Songs has described the same thing. That The Choir are beings of order. But order isn’t kind, Miss Planker. If you lined up everyone on earth and then killed every tenth man in line, and then kept going until there were only nine men left, then that would be orderly. Horrific, but orderly. Fascism is order without freedom. Dictatorship is one man’s order overwriting everyone else’s. Order is relentless. It may even be cruel. In opposition, chaos is merely any system too complex for us to understand the variables. Freedom is chaos when you get down to it. And so, being a force of order gives absolutely no guarantees that they are good.”

“… Are you done, Cosmo?”

“I suppose I am.”

“Good. Because I think you’re an idiot. I mean, I get not liking The Choir, fighting them, but how does that connect to superheroes now? You’ve gone to a lot of trouble, siding with Dark Dragon himself to do this. How does destroying The Choir serve you stopping superheroes?”

“Because Chorus was the first. As far as I can tell, the first superhero of all time. And then the floodgates opened.”

“So you think The Choir are behind superpowers in general?”

“Perhaps. What else could cause such madness. Forces that even our science cannot explain. Experiments, accidents and disasters that don’t kill anyone, they just give people bizarre abilities. A reactor explodes, there are casualties, but one man gets to be indestructible and fly? A world of superpowers doesn’t make any sense. There has to be some force behind it. There has to be an explanation.”

“Alright, Cosmo, I get it. You have a belief and you went to extremes to follow it. I’ve seen it before. But, quite honestly, to me you’re just another person who doesn’t like superpowers. Most of them are just jealous, or think it’s unfair that there are people with abilities they can’t have, so they claim it’s wrong or unnatural. But most of those people just end up pursuing superpowers research and turning into supervillains, destroying their whole point. Same with you. I mean, look how you’ve entangled yourself with heroes and villains, selling lairs and keeping their secrets. You became the very thing you hate. You became a sorcerer and then helped Dark Dragon unleash chaos, time and time again… On that point, were you Dark Dragon back in my day or…?”

“No. To my understanding that was a rock star named Brainsmasher Billy.”

“Aw, really? I was a fan of his. Anyway, I get it. You saw a problem and fought to fix it. You think The Choir shouldn’t be trusted, and I can’t say for certain you’re wrong. But, if I’m reading what you’ve said right, then the Apocalypto Incident… All this madness right now with my sword… Every battle with Dark Dragon anyone has ever had was just so he could reach The Choir, wherever they may be. That’s what the antennae on the roof during the Apocalypto Incident was for, right? To open some portal to them?”

“I believe so. It’s why I helped him. So we could kill superpowers at the source.”

“And that’s what people like you don’t get. How many people have died, Cosmo? How many to serve Dark Dragon’s cause? How many battles? You may hate superpowers, and there are some legitimate arguments why you should, but powers aren’t what make you a villain. The line between being a hero and being a villain is people. Just people. You can pursue a goal, no matter how noble, but if you don’t care about the people along the way, the people you might be hurting, that’s what makes you a villain. Dark Dragon, Enoch, whatever you want to call him, he gave up people long ago. And so did you.”

“I don’t expect you to understand right now, Miss Planker but-”

“I do understand, Mr Derringer. And Jack Parker was a good man, and he died because of you. While you philosophised if the Apocalypto Incident was right or wrong, watching it on TV, Jack was in the thick of it saving lives. He cared, Mr Derringer. And you’re just another villain. I’m done. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Miss Planker.”

*Knock knock*“

“Hello, again, Detective Washburn.”

“Are you done here, Miss Planker?”

“Yes.”

“You can wait by my desk. I’ll get Jimmy to give you a lift home. And as for you, Cosmo, I’ve got some excellent news.”

“I’m sure I’ll be overjoyed to hear it, detective.”

“You should be. While you were talking, every intelligence agency in the city and beyond has been ringing us none stop. FBI, NSA, CIA, IRS. A whole alphabet soup of investigators. They all want a crack at you, Cosmo, the head with all the secrets. Super identities, lair locations, tax forms, the wealth of info they could get from you could change the world. But better yet, they won’t get to.”

“Really.”

“Chief McElroy managed to argue that since you killed Jack Parker, we’ve got priority investigating you until further notice. That means me and the rest of the station’s best and brightest get to take turns trying to break you, to get every bit of info out of you, for as long as it takes.”

“You seem remarkably chipper about spending so much time with me.”

“Oh, I am. Because that means I get to spend that time tormenting you with every crime you’ve ever committed, prising up the identities of every Apocalypto agent, and ensuring that not one ounce, not one tiny bit, of your former pride and power remain. I’m sure Jack would enjoy that, especially putting the lid on Apocalypto. And, when I get bored, I can farm you out to the NSA or the FBI, who are considerably less pleasant than I am. But if you ever talk to them, revealing, say, a supervillain’s lair, you’ll have made some incredibly powerful enemies in the villain community. Not that I’m trying to dissuade you from doing your civic duty, but then again, at the end of it all, you’re still going to prison. And all without Dark Dragon to protect you. Isn’t. That. Fun.”

“I’m overjoyed, Detective Washburn.”

“I guess I should take you back to your cell. You’ll have a long forever starting tomorrow to think on your sins. But chin up, Cosmo. It’s not like you don’t deserve it. Now, I’ll just shut this off. Detective Washburn, ending recording. Signing off.”

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