The Shadow of the Rose
The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean. It made everything wetter, which was different but not better. Jack Callahan knew this the way he knew the back of his own hands, which was to say he barely knew it at all because he rarely looked at them except when they were doing something he could not undo. His silver shop sat on a street that had once been busy and was now busy with different...
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