The Star-Mender's Debt

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The rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall. It hangs. It's a fine mist that gets in your eyes and your lungs and your clothes and stays there, a permanent dampness that smells of salt and exhaust and the particular kind of decay that comes from a city built on sand and ambition. Nick Callahan had been a radar operator in the Navy, and he knew about blips — small, uncertain signals that might mean...

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