The Emerald Debt
The neon lights of Los Angeles don't illuminate the city; they just make the shadows deeper. I used to be a man of the law—or at least, I had a license that said I was. Then came the frame-up, the stripped badge, and the sudden realization that in this town, the truth is just a commodity you can't afford. I found the Gift in a rain-drenched alley behind a pawn shop. It wasn't a ring or a...
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