The Neutral Zone
There is a place where truth and order cancel each other out. I have been living there for six months now, and I can tell you this much: it looks exactly like Los Angeles in August, which is to say it looks like hell painted in the colors of a dying bruise. I sat in my office on the third floor of a building that had once been a respectable address, back when respectability meant something...
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