The Lie Detector
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just made the filth shine. Jack sat in his office, a room that smelled of stale tobacco and old regrets. He was a private investigator who specialized in the things people wanted to forget. He had found the Disk in a locker at the Union Station. It was a heavy, brass circle with an etched eye in the center. The moment he touched it, the...
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