Neon Nights, Underhanded Schemes: A Detective's Story

The city swelled with a million stories. A place where dimness clung to the corners and prosperity glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Stone, wasn't your average bartender. My apartment was a dimly lit space above a brothel and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone blew, its shril

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