The Debt of Shadows (Film Noir)
Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lies and rain that never washed anything clean. Frank was a grifter with a smile like a razor blade and a heart like a piece of anthracite. He didn't do "good deeds"; he made investments. When he found The Stranger bleeding out in a gutter behind a jazz club, Frank didn't see a dying man. He saw a golden ticket. The Stranger was a ghost, a man with no name...
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