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clouds like a secret too ashamed to shine. Jimmy adjusted his hoodie, eyes darting across the icy street

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3am. Red Vaul

ka ran in his blood. Jimmy had seen him carve a man open for skimming just 50 grams. Still,

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promises. Jimmy walked through the crowd, slipping past drunken dancers and drugged-out mode

peared in the corner booth, f

ag on the table. "Q

of his men to inspect the goods. After a tense moment, the man

subtly, scanning the crowd. A man at the bar, too sober. A wom

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play hero. The Special Narcotics Force operated like ghosts-no

r to Yuri. "We're

bbing his wrist. "You l

wd. The bass masked the sound of a gun cocking. He weaved through bodies,

Not just from Yuri or the feds-but from himself. The mone

months, Jimmy was sobe