The Mirror of Hate

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The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a glossy lacquer. Frank sat in a dim bar, the smell of cheap bourbon and stale smoke clinging to his skin like a second layer of failure. He was an ex-cop who had learned too late that the law was just a set of suggestions for the people with enough money to rewrite them. Across the street, in a prime spot in front...

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