**The Neon Rain**
The rain in Brooklyn didn't fall; it leaked. It leaked from the rusted fire escapes, leaked through the cracked ceilings of the tenements, and leaked into the souls of the people who lived there. Ria Vance was a patrol officer for the 78th Precinct, a woman who had spent fifteen years watching the city eat its own. She lived in a studio apartment that smelled of boiled cabbage and old damp, and...
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