The Devil in the Dark Forest
The rain never stopped in occupied Paris. It fell in thin cold sheets that turned the streets to rivers and the rivers to sewers, and if you stood still long enough in that rain, you could forget whether you were wet from the weather or from something else — sweat, blood, the condensation of a dying world. Marcus Cole had stood in that rain for eleven years. He was not French. He was not...
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