The Gene Shadow
The woman walked into my office at four in the afternoon on a Tuesday in November, which is the kind of specific detail that matters in a story like this because Tuesdays at four are when everyone who has something to hide finally runs out of places to be. She was wearing a dress the color of midnight and a hat that cost more than my car, and she had eyes that were dark and determined and tired...
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