The Butcher's Gate

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(V-05: Film Noir) The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a glossy veneer. I sat in my office, the neon sign from the deli across the street blinking a rhythmic, sickly pink across my desk. I was nursing a glass of cheap bourbon and wondering why the hell I had ever taken the case. The client was a woman with eyes like frozen lakes and a voice that sounded...

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