The Shadow King

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The Shadow King

The rain in 1945 Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the neon lights bleed into the asphalt. Arthur Black walked through the drizzle, his trench coat heavy with the scent of cheap tobacco and old regrets. He was a man who knew the architecture of the human mind, a modern psychologist who had found himself cast back into a city where the only thing deeper than the shadows was the...

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