The Last Ferryman's Cross
## Act I The bottle appeared on a Tuesday, which was significant only because Tuesdays were the kind of days that proved God had no sense of humor. Jack Callahan found it on the pier behind a Chinese noodle shop in Chinatown, half-buried in wet newspaper and cigarette butts. The bottle was ordinary—green glass, cork stopper, the kind you'd buy at a pharmacy for a dollar. Inside was a roll of...
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