The Last Sight

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The Last Sight

The rain in Los Angeles did not wash things clean. It made the grime slicker. Jack Moraney sat in his car outside the used lot where he worked, watching the rain hit the windshield in angles that reminded him of arrows in flight. Not arrows. Bullets. He had not thought about arrows in seven years. He thought about bullets. He thought about the way they left the barrel of an M1 Garand and...

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