Black Scales
Act I: The Rising The rain in Portland, Maine did not fall, it hovered, a fine mist that soaked everything it touched and made the city feel like it was dissolving from the inside out. Jack Murtha stood in the doorway of his apartment above a laundromat on Congress Street and watched the water pool on the sidewalk below, and he thought about how the city looked like a man who had been drinking...
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