They replaced him. New Bryce: clean, confident, camera-ready. But the real one remembers. Rancid coat, a crumpled twenty, and a stranger’s joint. From payphones to safehouses, bacon dogs to burner calls, Wexley claws his way through the static. He is not a clone. He is the door.
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