The Midnight Scalpel
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Jack Mercer stood at his office window in the Veterans Administration Hospital, watching the rain streak the glass and blur the neon sign of the diner across the street into a watercolour of red and blue. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed their eternal hospital song—the same song that had been playing in his...
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