The Sulfur Sky
I The man in the dark suit sat down without introducing himself. Tom Callahan looked up from his desk, cigarette smoke curling between them like a wall neither of them could see through. The office was small and dingy, the kind of place you found above a restaurant in an alley that didn't appear on any map. "I have a job for you," the man said. His voice was smooth, practiced. The voice of...
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