The Neon Betrayal (V-03: Film Noir)
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only smeared the neon lights into long, bleeding streaks of crimson and cobalt across the asphalt. Elena sat in the corner of a dim lounge, the smoke from her cigarette curling into the air like a question mark. She wore a trench coat that felt like armor and a gaze that had seen too many midnight deals. Across from her sat Julian, his...
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