Kneel for the Dead
The rain in Los Angeles didn't fall so much as it hovered, a permanent suspension between sky and street, like the city couldn't decide whether it wanted to wash itself clean or just stay dirty forever. Silas Gray had been living in this particular kind of damp for eleven years, since he came back from Vietnam with a bad knee, a worse temper, and a gift he didn't ask for and would have given...
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