THE IMMUNE SYSTEM OF PALERMO'S
Jack Morrison had been talking to the range for three weeks before anyone noticed. It was the new kid, Marcus, who caught it first. Third Friday in November, close to midnight, the dinner rush finally dead. Marcus came back from the dumpster run and heard something from the kitchen—not the usual clatter of pans or the hum of the walk-in, but a voice. Low. Conversational. Coming from the...
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