Sample V-05: The Scripted Exit
(Film Noir) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just made the filth shine. I sat in my office, the neon sign from the diner across the street blinking a rhythmic, sickly pink across my desk. I was a private eye with a drinking habit and a talent for finding things that people wanted to stay lost. My latest client was a nightmare in a tailored suit: Mason Verger. He wanted me...
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