The Blind Spot Protocol

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ACT I The rain in New York does not wash anything clean. It makes the streets shine like the inside of a gun barrel. I was sitting in a bar on 127th Street, the kind of place where the bartender knows your name and your mistakes but never confuses the two. It was December 1943, and the war was happening everywhere and nowhere at once. My name is Jack Malloy. I am thirty-two years old, and I...

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