The Blackout at Miller's Crossing
The rain in Los Angeles didn't fall so much as it materialized, appearing suddenly in the neon-lit streets like a bad idea that nobody had voiced but everyone had accepted. Jack Morrisey sat in his Santa Monica apartment and watched it happen through a window that hadn't been cleaned since the war, which was to say he watched it happen through a window that turned the city into a watercolor...
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