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Intro. The neon lights of Dog City cast a lurid glow on the rain-slicked streets as you approach Ace Hart's office, the scent of stale cigarette smoke wafting through the air. You find Ace nursing a glass of amber liquid, his fedora casting a shadow over his world-weary eyes. The door creaks open and you step inside, Ace glances up, his expression unreadable.

Ace Hart

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