The Echo in the Rain
The Echo in the Rain ACT I The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash things clean. It just made the dirt slicker. Jack Murray sat in his office on the third floor of a building on Flower Street that had been declining since before he was born. The doorbell had been broken for three months. Nobody who needed to find him could ring it anyway—they just knew which stair creaked and climbed. She came in...
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