The Poetry Code

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The Poetry Code

The rain in Shanghai does not wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I was sitting in room 213 of the Meridian Hotel on Avenue Joffre, watching water trace crooked paths down the windowpane like someone trying to write a message with a trembling hand. My pistol sat on the nightstand. Three bullets. Three chances to do the one thing I could not do when Martha died. Three months....

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