The Audit of the Lost
Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lies and rain-slicked asphalt. It was a place where you could buy a new identity for a hundred bucks and sell your soul for a drink of cheap bourbon. Silas Vane lived in the cracks of that city. An ex-professor of physics who had been kicked out of the university for "unorthodox inquiries," he now operated as a private investigator from a dusty office...
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