The Last Drink at Miller's

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The rain in Oakhaven didn't wash anything away; it just turned the dust into a thick, suffocating mud. Tom sat at the far end of Miller's Bar, staring at a glass of cheap rye that tasted like kerosene. He wasn't a hero. He wasn't a ghost. He was just a man who knew how to move a package from point A to point B without being seen, a skill he had learned in the gutters of the Midwest. He had been...

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