
Rain pelted the cracked asphalt of the factory backlot, a forgotten corner of the city where shadows clung to rusted machinery and bloodstains marked a fresh crime scene. It was past midnight, the air heavy with damp and decay, when Detective Vara Kane arrived, her leather jacket slick, her black tank top clinging to her curves. Her jeans hugged the thick, pulsing outline of her....
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