A Love Dance With The Underworld
n enthusiasm dampened by a shroud of unease. Joe greeted her with a practiced smile, the ch
eavy curtain. There, she found a workspace equipped for dry cleaning, with rows
dn't shake off Joe's cryptic words. What were these "unusual items" he'd mentioned? A shiv
opened the machine to find a tangled mess of clothing, the source of the racket. Among the
ar too real to be accidental. A sudden image of Joe's veiled warning fl
y. As she examined the stain more closely, a metallic glint caught her eye.
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