The Hole in the World
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the neon and the grime into a blurred, iridescent mess. Jack Steel sat in his office, the kind of place where the dust had its own zip code and the only thing working was the ceiling fan that sounded like a dying bird. He used to be a physicist at Caltech, back when he believed that the universe had rules. Now, he was a private...
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