Bob Kowalski sat in his apartment and drank coffee that tasted like...

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Bob Kowalski sat in his apartment and drank coffee that tasted like it had been brewed yesterday.

The cat was outside the window. It sat on the fire escape, on the narrow metal ledge that ran the length of the building, looking in through the glass with eyes the colour of a winter sea. Its fur was black. Its right ear was notched. It had been there for three days. Bob didn't know what to make of it. He wasn't a superstitious man. He was a man who had worked in a steel mill for twenty-three...

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