Shadows of the Devil's Deal
The rain in Seattle doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt heavier, presses it deeper into the cracks of the sidewalk until you can feel it under your shoes with every step. It was November 1943, and the city was full of men who'd made deals they couldn't remember and forgotten things they couldn't afford to lose. Jack Morans sat in his apartment above a Thai restaurant on South...
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