The Hollow Bell
The basement smelled like meat left out in the sun. Not literally—there was no actual meat in there—but the air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood and the iron tang of adrenaline that nobody could wash away no matter how much soap they used. Ray Donnelly had learned to associate that smell with money. That was the first thing his mother had taught him, and the first thing he had...
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