The Collapsing Point

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2026-06-01 03:57:32 -

I. The rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall. It hovers. It hangs in the air like a promise that nobody intends to keep, and you learn to live with the damp and the gray and the feeling that everything is slightly wet, even when it isn't. Jack Mercer's office was on Sunset Boulevard, third floor, above a Chinese restaurant that smelled permanently of garlic and chili oil. The sign on the door said...

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