The Curse of Return

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2026-06-09 15:46:41 -

The rain in New York didn't fall; it drifted in a grey, oppressive mist that smelled of wet concrete and exhaust. Leo Vance sat on a plastic crate in a narrow alleyway in the Bronx, watching a single, sodden cigarette filter float in a puddle of iridescent oil. He was forty, wearing a threadbare coat that had seen better decades, and he was the most exhausted man in the city. Leo had died once....

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