Ghost in the Ring
The gym smelled like old sweat and liniment and the particular brand of despair that accumulates when fifty children learn to throw punches in a space no larger than a warehouse. Tommy O''Brien stood in the corner with a coffee cup that had been empty for three hours and watched his students shadowbox and tried not to think about the fact that he had once been thirty years old and someone had...
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