The rain fell on Pittsburgh like it always did in November—heavy, cold, and relentless. Jack Morrise
The rain fell on Pittsburgh like it always did in November—heavy, cold, and relentless. Jack Morrisey stood under the awning of his clinic on Liberty Avenue, watching the streetlights flicker through the downpour. Inside, the waiting room was empty except for an old man sleeping in a chair and a young woman clutching her stomach, trying not to cry. Jack lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. The...
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