The Last Person on Earth
The rain had been falling for three days when Veronica Sterling walked into my office. She wore a black dress that might have been elegant if it had not been soaked through, and her hair was plastered to her face in dark strands. She looked like a woman who had walked through a funeral and then kept walking. "Mr. Moran," she said. Her voice was steady, which meant she was lying. "I need your...
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