The Chef's Secret
The rain fell on Chicago like it always did in November—steady, cold, and indifferent. Jack Malone sat in his apartment above a diner on South State Street, staring at the wall, trying to remember who he was. He couldn't. That was the problem. He knew his name was Jack Malone. He knew he was thirty-two years old. He knew he had served in the army during the war, and that he had come home with a...
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