The Abyss's Toll
The rain in this town doesn't wash anything away; it just makes the grime stick. I'm Marcus, a "fixer." If you have a problem that the police can't solve and the mob won't touch, you call me. Usually, it involves a suitcase of money and a lot of lying. Then came the Client. He was a pale man with a voice like dry parchment, and he had a request that sounded like a fever dream: move a cargo of...
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