The Double Graft

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The Double Graft

The rain had been falling on Chicago for eleven days straight. It was not a dramatic rain — no thunder, no wind, no cinematic sheets of water. It was the kind of rain that simply refused to stop, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the city into a watercolor painting of neon and concrete and wet asphalt. Marcus Hale sat in his office on the forty-third floor of a building on Wacker Drive,...

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