V-03: The Neon Lie
(Noir Despair) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just made the filth shine. Elias was a private eye who specialized in finding things people wanted to stay lost. He lived in a small office that smelled of stale cigarettes and old regrets, his only companion a bottle of cheap bourbon and a rotary phone that rarely rang with good news. Then came Maya. She walked into his...
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