XXVII
The rather burly man with a hoodie sweater and ripped jeans in front of me was Mr. J.
His real name is Januar Lopez. Twenty-seven years old, a college classmate of mine, and a multiple-time winner of an illegal hacker contest at one of Bogota's famous gambling joints. I once accidentally met him in...
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Chapters
1. Prolog
2. I
3. II
4. III
5. IV
6. V
7. VI
8. VII
9. VIII
10. IX
11. X
12. XI : Disaster
13. XII : Wrong
14. XIII
15. XIV
16. XV
17. XVI
18. XVII
19. XVIII
20. XIX
21. XX
22. XXI
23. XXII
24. XXIII
25. XXXIV
26. XXV
27. XXVI
28. XXVII
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