The Shadow on the Isle
I. The envelope was on my desk when I got back from the bar. No stamp, no address, just my name typed in a font I didn't recognize and a photograph taped to the front. The photograph showed a window. The window was on an island. The island was in the Pacific, three miles from the California coast, and it was where they put the people the government wanted forgotten. Beneath the photograph, a...
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