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... sand or two, if not even more. Every breath Ryder took felt like inhaling a cocktail of cheap alcohol and stale cigarettes.
Bodies pressed against one another, creating a suffocating atmosphere with every breath. The warehouse—once used for storing imported goods that never made it past customs—now housed a different kind of contraband: violence for profit.
It was dominated mainly by gangsters. Men and women with hard eyes and harder knuckles, bearing scars all over as if their b ...
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