The Mercy of the Void
(Act I: The Breach) Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lights and dark alleys, where every smile was a transaction. I came back from the dead with a taste of copper in my mouth and a void in my chest. I didn't return to a loving home, but to a small apartment where my grandson, Leo, was smoking cheap cigarettes and staring at a ceiling stained with nicotine. He looked at me with a mixture...
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