The Masterpiece of Ruin
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't clean the city; it only turns the dust into a grey slime that coats everything in a layer of filth. I'm Miller. I drink cheap bourbon to forget the things I've seen, and I take cases from people who have run out of options. My latest client was a man who called himself The Collector. He lived in a fortress of glass and steel in the hills, surrounded by art that...
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