The Shadow in the Scalpel

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The rain in New York never stopped. It might pause for an hour, might retreat to a mist, but it always came back—hammering the fire escapes, filling the gutters, turning the streets of Manhattan into rivers of reflected neon and gasoline. Kate Morrison had learned to love the rain during the war, because rain meant the Japanese couldn't see you coming. Now in 1947, rain just meant everything...

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