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Previously

…He grabbed his coat, the weight of the city’s darkness pressing down on him. He knew the risks. He was walking into a viper’s nest, a place where the rules of law didn't apply. But the faces on his corkboard, the ghosts of the lost, demanded he keep going. He would find the phantom, even if it meant descending into the very abyss he was trying to expose. The hunt was on, and this time, the stakes were higher than ever.