Fist and Shadow

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Fist and Shadow

The gym smelled of sweat and broken dreams. Same as always. Jack Moran sat on the edge of the ring canvas, wrapping his hands with strips of cotton tape that had seen better days. The tape was gray with use, stained dark where blood had seeped through and been washed too many times. Outside, Chicago rain lashed against the windows like bullets from a machine gun. Inside, the only sound was the...

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