Mud and Blood
The building had no heat and the radiator in the corner hissed like an old man trying to remember words he had forgotten. Ray Kowalski sat on the edge of a mattress that had belonged to someone else's son and watched the steam rise from his coffee and thought about how little of his life had gone the way he had planned it. Detroit in the winter was a city that had given up on itself. The...
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