The Circle of Rain
(V-10: Film Noir) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a mirror. Detective Miller sat in his office, the neon sign of the "Blue Note" lounge across the street flickering in a rhythmic, agonizing pulse of sapphire and shadow. He was a man who lived in the margins, a private eye who specialized in finding things that people wanted to stay lost. For ten...
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