The Man Who Watched the Empire Burn
The rain in Los Angeles does not wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Marc DeChanel knew this. He had lived in this city long enough to know that the rain was just another layer of dirt, another excuse for the streets to shine under the neon lights while the city rotted from the inside out. He sat in his office on the third floor of a building on Sunset Boulevard that had been...
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