V-14: The Umbrella Cipher
(Hard-boiled Detective) The rain in 1952 Washington D.C. didn't just fall; it interrogated. It beat against the pavement like a persistent detective, trying to shake a confession out of the city. I was fourteen, a street urchin with a knack for numbers and a talent for staying invisible. I ran the "Canopy Exchange" at the St. Jude’s Academy, a place where the sons of senators and generals...
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