The Golden Scar
Chapter One Giovanni Messina had spent thirty-one years on the Rope Walk, a tenure that had calcified into the bone structure of his life, and he woke with the taste of ash and copper in his mouth, the weight of the stone cell pressing against his spine like a wet wool coat. He was an Enforcer, a man whose value was measured in the number of heads he had kept on their shoulders, and his...
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