He stepped back into the night, the snow already covering his tracks, a reminder that in this city, nothing stays visible for long.
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"Max," a voice crackled over the line. "They’re at the Roscoe Street station. They have the information you’ve been looking for." He stepped back into the night, the snow
He stood on the balcony of his tenement apartment, the glowing tip of a cigarette the only thing fighting back the gloom. Every breath felt like inhaling cold iron. The city below was a labyrinth of shadows, and Max was a man lost within it. "They’re at the Roscoe Street station
His phone rang—a shrill sound that cut through the silence. He didn't have to answer it to know what was coming. The past was calling, and it always demanded a price.