Shadows of the Last Deal

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The rain in Los Angeles always smelled like wet asphalt and bad decisions. Jack Morrison knew this because he had spent the last three nights sleeping in his car on a street that had no name, watching the rain turn the parking lot into a mirror that reflected nothing worth seeing. Three months ago, he had come home from the war with a clean discharge, a medal he did not want, and a girlfriend...

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