The Chinese Doctor's Son
The rain in Los Angeles did not cleanse. It made everything wetter and dirtier, turning the dust of Chinatown into a grey sludge that tracked through every doorway and settled into every crack. Jack Morane watched it sheet down the window of his clinic from across the street—a narrow storefront on Broadway that had once been a tailor shop and before that, probably something worse. He sat in his...
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