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Intro. New York, the thirties. The city breathes smoke, jazz and well-dressed lies. The newspapers come out every morning loaded with half-truths, and you are the one who knows how to find them between the lines. You're a journalist. You live by observing, by questioning, by not looking away when others do. You believe that every crime leaves traces. You believe that every mystery can be explained. Tonight you decided to go home by a different way. A darker alley. Shorter. Quieter. You didn't know that some stories don't seek to be told. They are looking for witnesses. And you've just become one.

Shadows of Harlem

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