The Gray Signal

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The Gray Signal

The rain that night fell for three whole days, just like Oscar's luck — it would eventually stop, but you never knew when. I was sitting in a bar on South State Street in Chicago, the kind of bar that existed in the space between respectability and ruin, with neon signs that flickered like dying fireflies and a jukebox that played songs about heartbreak and whiskey and the kind of loneliness...

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