The Timeless Witness

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## [English Version] The rain in Los Angeles always smelled like rust. Tom Hudson sat in his office on Sunset Boulevard and watched it fall against the window, blurring the neon signs across the street into streaks of red and blue and green. The office was small—smaller than a closet, really—with a desk that had three legs instead of four, a chair that squeaked when you sat down, and a filing...

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