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Character Title Page | Detective —— The Raven's Beak —— -- "No marks left behind. Almost a perfect crime... just kidding." -- The younger brother of the famed detective duo at S.T.A.T.S., once the city's most distinguished detective. He disappeared three years ago in an airship crash linked to...

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