The boy who grew up in the fog knew how to fight before he knew how to read.
The boy who grew up in the fog knew how to fight before he knew how to read. Thomas Crowley stood in the basement of a gin house on Dorset Street, his bare feet slick with something that might have been spilled beer or might have been blood, possibly both. The man across from him was built like a brewery door — wide shoulders, thick neck, a jaw that looked like it had been set into place with a...
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