Neon Shadows and Cold Rain
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the neon lights bleed into the asphalt. Vivian ran a veterinary clinic in a neighborhood where the sirens never stopped. She was a woman of ice and precision, a survivor of a world that had tried to break her twice. Jack was a man of shadows. To the world, he was the grease-monkey who ran a small shop on the edge of the district....
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