The job offer came on a rainy Tuesday in November, which was appropriate because rain was the weather Jack Morrow trusted. Rain made everything honest. It stripped the paint off buildings and the lies off faces.
The woman who offered the job was tall and thin, with black hair cut in a style that was new and not yet fashionable, and eyes that had seen too much and not enough. She called herself Veronica and she sat in Jack office drinking coffee and looking at the rain through the window. I need you to encode a manuscript, she said. Jack looked at her. What kind of manuscript. A literary manuscript....
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