Midnight Crossroads
Midnight Crossroads The rain in Los Angeles does not wash things clean. It makes the grime slicker, the neon bleed further, the puddles reflect things they should not. Victoria Vale knew this because she had driven through every puddle on every street in this city for twenty-four years, and nothing had ever been washed clean. Her father's apartment was on the fourth floor of a building that had...
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