The Lie of the Silver Cord

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The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a mirror. Frank sat in his office, the neon sign of the "Blue Note" across the street blinking like a dying heart. He was a private investigator who specialized in things people wanted to stay lost, and his only consistent companion was a bottle of cheap rye. Then Sylvia walked in. She looked like a million dollars...

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