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... doned industrial yard, his boots scraping against the gravel, the echo of last night’s confrontation still hanging in the air. The place was dead silent — just the slow hum of the wind whistling through rusted cranes and hollow containers.
A shell casing glinted in the dirt. He crouched, picked it up, turned it between his fingers.One of his own. Precise, measured — like the shot that sent the cartel running.
Near the tire tracks, he noticed something half-buried in mud. He brush ...
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