V-03: The Porcelain Trap
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the neon bleed into the gutters. Elias sat in his office, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco and cheap bourbon. He was a private investigator who specialized in the things people wanted to forget. He had forgotten most of his own life, replacing it with a series of cold cases and a growing resentment for the city. He...
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