The Shadow in the Signal
The rain in Los Angeles didn't fall so much as hang in the air, a perpetual drizzle that turned the neon signs into watercolor smears and made the streets look like they'd been painted by someone who'd never actually seen a street. I sat in my office in the basement of the Federal Building on Spring Street, smoking a cigarette and decoding a message that would have mattered three days ago. Now...
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