The Concrete Jungle's Shadow
Los Angeles, 1942. The city was a neon-lit fever dream, a place where the palm trees cast long, jagged shadows over the desperation of the war-torn streets. In the heart of the urban jungle, where the scent of cheap gin and expensive perfume mingled in the air, lived Elias Thorne. Elias was a private investigator with a cynical heart and a liver that had seen better days. He operated out of a...
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