The Blue Note in the Rain

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I didn't know Silas when he was seventeen. I knew him when he was twelve, when he still laughed at my jokes and didn't flinch when I threw snowballs at his head. That Silas was gone by the time he came back to Chicago from wherever the hell Uncle Mort had taken him. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning. Or as close to it as I can get. The warehouse on South Canal...

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