The Blood-Scented Ledger
(V-05: Film Noir) Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lights and deep shadows, where every smile was a transaction and every truth had a price. I’m a private investigator, but I don't look for missing persons. I look for the things they left behind. I have a gift—or a curse, depending on how much you've had to drink. When I touch an object, I don't see its value. I see its history. I see the...
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