The Carnival of Rust
(Variant V-03: Film Noir) The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a slick, black mirror that reflected every sin of the precinct. Captain Leo Vance was a man of iron will and a heart like a piece of anthracite. He didn't believe in luck, and he certainly didn't believe in mercy. He believed in the weight of a blackjack and the silence of a closed file. But...
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