Chapter 1 · free to read
In Meridian City the rich do not confess their sins. They pay to have them cut out. Nine clients this month, and one of them killed a girl on a Tuesday.
White on white, and a chair that had been sat in by people who could afford to forget.
She never asked what she erased. Not asking was the whole job.
Rain on the market roofs, and a man standing off the walkway where the light did not reach.
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