Shadow of the Raven
Shadow of the Raven ACT I: THE CITY WETS ITSELF The rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall like rain in other places. It doesn't fall so much as it hangs, a fine grey curtain that gets in your eyes and your mouth and your clothes and makes you question every decision that led you to be outside during the day. I was outside on December 12, 1949, standing in front of a diner on Sunset that had a...
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