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HOPR Team Apr 2 · 4 min read I caught up with her at the dock. In the thick morning fog, the steamer loomed over us like my landlord when he catches me on the fire escape. She was dragging on a cigarette, the thick plumes of smoke mixing with the chill of her breath. … Read more

HOPR Team Apr 2 · 4 min read The dame wafted into my life like a cloud of stale smoke. Without being invited, she took a seat in the only chair in what passes for my office. “You’re a hard man to find, Mister Krieger,” she purred. She had a voice like a quarry, but … Read more