The Tarot of Lost Things

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The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything clean. It just made the grime slicker, turned the streets into mirrors that reflected neon signs and broken promises back at you. Jack Morrison pulled his coat tighter and locked the door of his office—a converted closet on the third floor of a building that smelled permanently of stale cigarettes and regret. He was thirty-five and had been retired...

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