The Puppet's Empire

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The smog of 1947 Los Angeles felt like a wet blanket, smelling of cheap gasoline and expensive lies. Detective Miles leaned against his Buick, watching the neon lights of the Trocadero reflect in a puddle of oil. He had spent a decade climbing the ranks of the LAPD, not by solving crimes, but by creating the right narratives. He knew which judges to pay, which witnesses to intimidate, and which...

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