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Welcome to my world of words. Explore a curated selection of my latest works, each crafted with a great thought of existence as well as the thrill of the human condition. Dive into the realms of neo-noir, crime fiction, and philosophy. For collaborations or inquiries, reach out.

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Rain-Soaked Promises

In the shadow of neon lights, Detective Jax walked the damp streets, haunted by the memory of her. The rain mingled with his tears as he traced the steps to the jazz club where they first met. Inside, the saxophone’s wail echoed their last argument. He found her in the corner, lips stained with crimson, a smile masking the betrayal.

“I had no choice,” she whispered. Jax nodded, pulling the trigger. The city never kept its promises, and neither did she. He left the club, the rain washing away the blood and what remained of his heart.

Crimson Veil

Under the flickering streetlight, Elara leaned against the brick wall, cigarette smoke curling around her like a ghostly veil. She was waiting for Vincent, the man with too many secrets and a past stained with blood. He arrived, his eyes cold as the steel he carried.

“It’s done,” he muttered, passing her the briefcase. She smiled, knowing the contents could buy her freedom or seal her fate. As he turned to leave, she pulled the trigger, watching him crumple. In this city, trust was a currency she couldn’t afford to spend.

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Eclipse of Faith

Father Michael stood in the dim confessional, the scent of incense mingling with the stench of corruption. The door creaked, and a shadowed figure entered, voice trembling. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The priest recognized the voice—Jacob, the politician who owned the city’s soul.

“Your penance,” Michael whispered, sliding a gun through the partition. Jacob hesitated, then took it. “There’s only one way out,” Michael said. The shot echoed through the chapel, silencing the cries of the damned. Michael crossed himself, knowing redemption was a luxury no one could afford in this forsaken town.

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