The-Neon-Exodus
The Neon Exodus I was hired to break something. Not a window, not a door — a conspiracy. The kind of conspiracy that sits underneath a city like a buried river, invisible until you're standing in it and the water's at your throat. My client was a man named Harrington, though I later learned that wasn't his real name. He was old money — the kind of old that means his family built fortunes in...
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