Echoes of Fate
(V-03: Film Noir) The rain in this city doesn't wash anything away; it just moves the filth from one alley to another. Julian sat in the back of the black sedan, the smoke from his cigarette curling into a question mark in the dim light. He was the man who knew. He knew which judge was on the take, which senator had a secret in a hotel drawer, and exactly when the market would dip. He had...
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