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Chapter 0012

Albert's POV

The rhythmic thrum of bass pulsed through the air as I pushed open the heavy oak doors of The Rusty Nail. The familiar smoky haze hung low, swirling around the patrons who crowded the dimly lit bar.

A group of women on the dance floor swayed to the music. Ignoring the suggestive glances
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