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The rain had been falling since noon, that steady Chicago kind that doesn't so much fall as hang in the air like a dirty curtain. Jack Malone watched it sheet across the window of Malone Gold & Jewelry and thought about how much he hated the color gold. Not the metal -- the color. That sickly yellow that tried to convince you it was something it wasn't. The shop looked respectable enough....
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