The Hunger of the Grid

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Los Angeles, 1947. The city was a sprawling, sun-bleached corpse, and Marcus was the maggot feeding on its remains. He was a private eye with a bottle of rye in his desk and a curse in his eyes. He could see the "Hunger"—the glowing, jagged lines of desire that leaked out of every human being like radioactive waste. Marcus had learned that if he touched a line, he could tug it. A little pull...

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