Shadow of the Carnival
Act I The rain in Los Angeles does not cleanse. It makes everything dirtier. Jack Moranne knew this the way a man knows the shape of his own face - through daily, grinding familiarity. He stood under the awning of his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching the rain turn the sidewalk into a mirror of neon signs and discarded newspaper. His office was on the third floor of a building that had been...
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