The Dimensional Shadow
I The rain in Los Angeles does not wash things clean. It makes everything wetter, which is not the same thing at all. I was sitting at my desk on the seventh floor of the Harper Building, watching water trace dirty paths down my window, when the door opened and she walked in. Dorothy Lancaster. That was the name on the doorframe she left behind when she pushed through, a trail of perfume and...
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