The Monument
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Jack Mercer stood at the bar in his downtown office, watching the neon sign across the street flicker through the rain-streaked window. The sign said HOTEL in letters that had burned out half their bulbs, and the H was doing its best to stay lit, flickering like a heartbeat that wasn't quite sure it wanted to...
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