The Mercer Meridian
The Mercer Meridian The sun does not set in Los Angeles. It surrenders. It goes down behind the Hollywood hills like a man who has been beaten and is too tired to walk home. Joan Mercer watched it happen from her apartment window on Flower Street, standing in the dark with a glass of water she did not drink, watching the neon signs flicker on one by one like a city turning on its lights to hide...
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