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Raze Maddox

Raze sat in his old leather chair, pipe between his lips, smoke curling up to the ceiling.

He looked calm, but there was always something boiling under the surface.

The door slammed open.

“Prez!” Tank, one of his boys, burst in, chest rising and falling, drenched in sweat.

Raze di...