The Midnight Snake
Act I: The Spark The rain in Los Angeles did not fall. It hovered, a fine mist that coated everything in a thin film of permanent dampness. Jack Morane sat in his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching it through a window that had not been cleaned since the Nixon administration. His office was exactly what you would expect from a private detective's office in a noir film: a desk, two chairs, a...
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