The Ledger of Shadows (V-03)
The office was a coffin made of mahogany and dust. I sat behind the desk, the ceiling fan chopping the humid Los Angeles air into rhythmic, suffocating slices. Across from me sat Vince. He was a man who wore his power like a tailored suit—expensive, restrictive, and designed to intimidate. Vince thought he was the predator. He thought that by lending me a "small favor" during my lean years, he...
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