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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