The Empty Notebook
Chapter One The bar was called Last Stop. Not ironic. Not aspirational. Just a description. It was the last bar on a block that had been the last block for a long time. The next block was a vacant lot where a steel warehouse had burned down in 2008. Beyond that was nothing—empty land, chain-link fence, and the railroad tracks that separated Chicago from everywhere else. Ray Kowalski sat behind...
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