The Two-Dimensional Rain
The rain in Los Angeles didn't fall straight down. It came at an angle, driven by a wind that smelled of salt and exhaust, and it made the neon signs on Sunset Boulevard bleed their colors across the wet pavement like watercolors left out in a storm. Jack Cole sat in his office on the fourth floor of a building that had been something once—a law firm, maybe, or a doctor's office, before the...
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