The rope shook on the third night, and James O'Connor hung in the...

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The rope shook on the third night, and James O'Connor hung in the limestone fissure wondering how a legend about a golden phoenix had led him to hanging three feet above black water in a hole in the bluffs along the Mississippi.

Three days. He had been suspended in that darkness for three days, eating nothing but the stale bread Patrick had shoved into his pocket on the first morning, listening to the drip of water and the distant hum of Chicago traffic that sounded like ocean surf to a man who had never seen the ocean. The brothers had lowered him at dusk on Monday. They had waited through Tuesday. Through Wednesday....

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