V-03: The Concrete Labyrinth
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the grime stick. In 1948, the city was a sprawling neon graveyard where dreams went to be stripped for parts. Dr. Clara Thorne worked at the County General, a place where the hallways smelled of old blood and desperation. She was a woman of clinical efficiency, her heart a locked vault, her life a series of sterilized routines....
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