The Raw Edge

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The Raw Edge

The wind in Detroit didn't blow; it scraped. It was a cold, industrial wind that carried the scent of rusted iron and old grease, a wind that seemed to strip the paint off the houses and the hope off the people. Leo lived in a room that was less of a home and more of a holding cell, a concrete box in a tenement building that leaned precariously over a dead street. He was thirty-four, with a...

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