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Debt, Blood, and You

You hit the chain-link fence at a dead sprint, lungs burning, three men with brass knuckles thirty seconds behind you — and then a black car slides out of the dark and blocks the alley. The door opens. A man you have never met says your name like he has been expecting you for months. The loan sharks stop at the mouth of the alley and do not take another step, because apparently even they know whose territory this is.