The Salt and the Steel
The rain hit the pavement like bullets when Jack Malone stepped out of the prison gates. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of concrete and steel and men who slept with knives under their pillows. He had expected to hate it. Instead, he found he missed the silence. A woman waited in a black sedan parked across the street. She rolled down the window as he approached, and he saw a...
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