Shadows on the Bridge
The apartment cost thirty-five dollars a month and smelled like boiled cabbage and other people's mistakes. Jack Morrell didn't care. After three years in the Pacific, thirty-five dollars and a window that faced something other than water felt like luxury. The window faced a brick wall about twenty feet away. But the brick wall had windows, and the windows had lights, and one of the windows on...
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