Seven Dead Ends
I. The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. I stood outside the office building on Wilshire Boulevard, watching the water run down the windows, carrying with it the accumulated grime of a city that had forgotten how to clean itself. The building was unremarkable—four stories of beige concrete, a sign that read "MORRIS & ASSOCIATES" in letters that had...
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