The snow falls dirty in some towns, blackwashed up in the clouds by the filth that lives below. The visions those people see, they're not of sugar-plum fairies or jolly old fat men -- they're of things unthinkable and unmentionable. It's Christmas Eve in Sin City. And Marv can't sleep.
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