The Little Dark City
The Little Dark City The rain hadn't stopped in three days. Jack Morrisey sat in his P-38, watching the Pacific roll toward Santa Monica like a sheet of hammered lead. The war was over, but the rain felt like it was still fighting. He had been flying reconnaissance missions for six months, mapping the coastline, checking for Japanese submarines, looking for anything that might threaten the...
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