Echoes in the Iron Cage

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The rain in Chicago doesn't fall. It hangs in the air like a curtain of dirty glass, and on nights like this, when the neon from the拳馆 sign flickers and buzzes like a dying insect, you can almost believe the whole city is one great fist coming down on your head. My name is Jack Moran. I'm twenty-six years old and I've been hitting things for money since I was nineteen. People call me Iron Fist...

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