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The sound was sharp, ugly. A slap of hard leather against polished linoleum. “Watch where you’re going, old man.” The voice wasn’t just…
The November air over Havenwood, Ohio, carried a bite that gnawed right through to the bone, but Ellis Ward didn’t seem to notice.…
PART 1: THE EXILE They say the desert has a memory. It remembers the blood spilled on its sand, the bones buried…
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