The Pact of Shadows
(V-05: Film Noir) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a mirror. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the diner across the street blinking a rhythmic, sickly pink against the blinds. My name is Jack. I'm a man who specializes in the things people want to forget. Usually, that means cheating spouses or embezzling clerks. But my own home was the one...
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