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We reached the club first, the old Ghost Riders clubhouse that sat at the edge of town like a forgotten monument. It wasn't open anymore, hadn't been for so many reasons that all led back to one thing, survival. The biker club used to give us a shitload of money back in the day, serious cash that kept everything running smooth. But Damon had insisted we shut it down about two years ago because it was beginning to drag way too much unnecessary attention from different genres and species of all kinds, the kind of attention that could get us all killed or exposed.
After we first came to Ghost Ash and took over this place that had been totally abandoned like some kind of apocalypse had hit it, we spent years setting everything up from scratch. Running a biker club that involved other pe
