The rain had been falling on Los Angeles for three days when Victor Kane found the error.
He was sitting at his desk in a glass-walled office on the forty-second floor of the Meridian Tower, surrounded by blueprints and technical reports and the kind of paperwork that made a former Manhattan Project physicist feel like a clerk. The city below him was a gray smear through the rain-streaked window. Inside, the heating system rattled like an old man clearing his throat. The error was...
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