Noir Betrayal (V-11)

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Los Angeles, 1947. The city was a sprawling grid of neon lies and wet asphalt, a place where every smile had a price and every promise was a down payment on a betrayal. I spent my nights in a dim office that smelled of stale tobacco and cheap bourbon, waiting for the phone to ring or for the bottle to run dry. My name is Jack. I used to be a cop, but the department doesn't like it when you find...

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