The Coordinate of Zero
The city was a monochrome nightmare of endless rain and neon signs that flickered in a rhythmic, dying pulse. Detective Vance sat in his office, the only light coming from a desk lamp that buzzed like a trapped insect. He was a man who lived in the margins, a specialist in finding things that didn't want to be found, usually for people who didn't want to be known. His new client was a woman who...
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