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CHAPTER 10 — THE AMBUSH
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2026-05-15 00:37:24Luther Green
I sat at the dark wooden table in the Black Velvet, one of our bars in New York. The atmosphere was warm, with amber lights casting dancing shadows on the exposed brick walls. The scent of aged whiskey and expensive tobacco hung in the air, while the soft murmur of conversations created a familiar background hum. I looked at Mark, the manager, who stood in front of me with a focused expression.
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