The Iron Grip
(V-01: Noir Style) The rain in New Haven didn't wash things clean; it just turned the city's filth into a slick, black mirror. Julian Vane stood by the window of his penthouse, watching the neon signs of the harbor district bleed into the asphalt. In his hand, a glass of neat bourbon; in his mind, a ledger of debts that could never be paid in currency. Julian was the prince of the docks, the...
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