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     Monday, 4:28 A.M., the narrow French Quarter room was smoky with cheap candles that smelled of honey.  Daniel stared through broken shutters and shivering glass up the length of the alley, catching a thin slice of Jackson Square through curtains of gale-force rain that swirled though New Orleans like mad bats riding the storm.  Daniel had never seen rain fall up before.

-Robert Crais,  The Sentry