The rain in Washington doesn't fall. It hangs. It lingers in the...

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The rain in Washington doesn't fall. It hangs. It lingers in the air like a question you're afraid to ask and too tired to avoid.

Jack Morrow stood at the window of his Georgetown apartment and watched it. He had been standing there for twenty minutes, drinking whiskey from a glass that had once belonged to his wife, Catherine, who had been dead for three years and who would have hated him for keeping the glass. She would have said, "Jack, throw it out." He would have said, "It's just a glass." She would have said, "It's...

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