The Neon Parasite
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the grime across the neon. Detective Miller sat in his office, the only light coming from a flickering sign across the street that pulsed like a dying heart. He had a bottle of cheap rye on his desk and a hole in his soul where a purpose used to be. Miller didn't sleep much, but when he did, he found Elena. She appeared in the...
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