The Kindler's Secret
Jack Malloy stood in the rain on Eastern Reach and watched the old man pour something dark into the water. The island was not an island at all—it was a rusted relic jutting from the gray waters of Lake Erie, surrounded by the skeletal remains of factories that had died decades ago. "What are you pouring?" Jack asked. "Nothing that concerns you, soldier." The old man's left eye was glass. In the...
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