The Last Draft
The message arrived at midnight on a Thursday, typed on a telex machine that did not exist. Jack Morane knew this because he was the only person in Los Angeles who owned a telex machine, and his had been sold to a scrap dealer six months ago after he could no longer afford the rent on the office where he kept it. And yet the message was there, on his desk, on a sheet of continuous-feed paper...
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