Shadows of the City of Angels
(Variant V-04: Film Noir) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the filth shine. Frank sat in his office, the neon sign of the diner across the street blinking a rhythmic, sickly pink across his desk. He was a private investigator who specialized in finding things people wanted to stay lost. He lived on a diet of cheap bourbon and the lingering scent of old regrets....
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