Shadows Over Mulholland
The rain had been falling on Los Angeles for three days when Sam Colt first saw her. She was standing under the awning of a closed pharmacy on Mulholland Drive, wearing a coat of black fur that gleamed like wet obsidian in the neon light. She was thirty-five, maybe, with a face that had been beautiful before something had cracked it open and let the light out. Can you tell my fortune? she...
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