Shadows on Wall Street
I. The rain hadn't stopped for three days. It fell on Manhattan like a curtain of needles, turning the streets into rivers of neon and shadow. I sat in my office on Park Row, watching the water pool around my shoes, and tried to decide whether to care. My name is Sam Colt. I'm thirty-eight years old. I served in the Navy during the war, where I broke codes and read enemy communications and...
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