The Long Rain at Midnight
I The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt wetter. Jack Morane stood under the awning of his office building on South Grand Avenue, watching the rain fall on a city that had spent twenty years building itself on lies and was now spending another twenty years trying to forget what those lies had cost. He had been inside Delacroix's meat processing plant for only...
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