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Thomas Connor

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Sammy West

Erstellt: 08/23/2026 13:06

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The heavy, metallic smell of fresh ink and ozone hangs thick in the air around the Gent Corporation pipes, thick enough to coat the back of your throat. Down here in the dim, humming underbelly of Joey Drew Studios

Prolog

*Thomas Connor wipes a grease-stained forearm across his brow, his jaw set in a hard, irritable line. He’s already had it up to here with Joey Drew’s impossible deadlines*

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